5 1 1 1 1 1 Rating 5.00 (1 Vote)
PoetryFor Lindsay
By David Smith

This storm of emotions
washes me clean
till I sparkle with the promise of a sunrise.
The water’s edge at peace in pure light,
till the wind comes and carries me away.

Promises, promises, promises.
Life holds so many.
How many sunrises are you willing to see
knowing they are not limitless?

Are you willing to open your eyes to the ugly
in order to see wonder?
Do you see the beauty in terror,
and in beauty, the terror of losing it?

Are you willing to share a love that is fluid;
that ebbs and flows, awe inspiring
and sometimes roiling and achy?

We own all of our promises.

Look for the sunrise and be cleansed.
Fulfill yourself, and have faith.
For in faith, there is truth and life.

Copyright © 2013-2018 Pathfinder, All rights reserved - Designed by Blue Group Graphics and Carbone Graphics

All content including but not limited to text, photos, graphics are the sole property and copyright of Act II Publications. Reproduction without permission from publisher is prohibited. We take no responsibility for images or content provided by our advertisers.

PATHFINDER: A COMPANION GUIDE FOR THE WIDOW(ER)’S JOURNEY contains articles on many topics. Any information provided by Pathfinder, or any of its contributing authors, is general information only and should not be substituted for the advice of legal, financial, medical or other relevant professionals. You should never delay seeking professional advice or disregard professional advice because of information on this website. The information on this website is provided “as is” without any representations or warranties, express or implied. ACT II PUBLICATIONS, L.L.C. and its officers, employees, contractors or content providers shall not be liable for any loss or damage arising from or otherwise in connection with your use or misuse of any content, information, opinions, advice and materials provided on the website.

Positive SSL