Through the Veil

Through the Veil

Surreal morning…Shade moving… Light obscured…

Air heavy… almost unbreathable.

All enshrouded in gloom.

 

Thick fog…

A cold, wet, soggy veil…

Weighty with meaning.

 

Dreams… dead!...?

Breath…Held…

Hope seemingly gone:

 

Yet…even the heaviest fog lifts.

The sun does shine through…

Burning off the fog…with its brilliant light of renewal!

 

Healing warmth that caresses like a lover’s look…

Touching deeply the soul… with its brilliance.

Fog must be… to truly appreciate the sun.

 

There is beauty in both.

Without mournings lament,

There would be no appreciation of abounding joy!

 

Where one laments… another is joyful…

For the same reason, the difference: perspective.

 

Bonnie Marie 10-22-98copyright
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