i had the urge to write
about nothing, yes nothing,
except to say it is late,
and my lids are heavy now,
lights out, it is late,
Paper boats sail
on rainy nights….
Like childhood dreams.
And why is it that when I see those sunflowers
No amount of gloom and sadness can stay?
There are things that make our mundane life
a little brighter, a little chirper.
Like the sun, a friend’s hello, that little smile…
I was sad for awhile, then you came…..
The one thing that separates those who survive and those who perish in life’s struggles is hope. Even in sickness, the hope and will to live play a critical role in healing. Hope allows us to believe in a better life, a better future. In times of darkness, hope enables us to keep waking up in the morning, a day at a time, and we keep going. And when hope is present, faith is birthed, which allows us to start seeing things before they happen. With faith, we see with the heart, then the senses follow. They say faith cannot be manufactured, but it comes when we hear and know the words and truth that make them come alive.
Somehow there is a part of me that will always be a child. I have never noticed how I have transitioned and matured as a woman. The little child is always there watching, sometimes squeezing a few tears in the process, telling the adult me to behave and not be so foolish as to lose the moment, the hunger for life, the pure thoughts, the joy, the inquisitive mind, the limitless heart that wants to create, the sense for adventure, the young girl who trusts and loves. That little girl comes around from time to time reminding me to be still, to realise what really matters, to flow, not to worry, not to hurry, to let go and be free.
~ 17 July 2013
copyright Rowena Isidro 2013