a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

23 June 2011

Frozen petroleum jelly



I wish I were a cool gel
Like frozen petroleum jelly.
Someone would take a dollop of me
and dabs on your wound
And then somehow you'll feel it
Even in the numbness.
You'll feel a sense of comfort somehow
You'll feel a "There... there..." whispered, somehow
A gentle breath. A gentle pat.
Not to stop you from crying
Not to stifle your whimper
But to say it's okay
To bawl your eyes out
and wring the tears from your heart.

-- God.

(I have written in the past several versions of this poem. I used different words, but they were of the same sentiment. This is inspired by a poem written by Julia Cameron I read in one of her books. It's such an enduring theme that it keeps cropping up in my head each time I hear of a friend who is going through tough times.)
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