This is my new poem about what I want to feel and have in the future. Those who know my life story well will understand what I mean very well. Sometimes, poetry says personal things more powerfully and succinctly than prose.
A flush, a glow on the winter skies of life,
Earth smiles in its happy dreaming,
I’d like to hear the whispering: “Get up!”
The dawn of your spring is beaming.”
My now calmer eyes look at the heavens,
With a smile that has conquered sadness!
Oh, God, I want to hear a song of life!
I want the sweet springtime to come!
Or am I doomed to not have perfect gladness?
Not possible, God has created us to live!
Not to grieve and not to be lifeless!
I look on the dewy sheen of morning sky.
The hymn of my future life is ringing…
Or do I imagine it? No, I hear it all too clearly!
The spring is coming! It is almost here!
I find strength for my burden daily, I’ll persevere!