Thought Collections on Art and Life through an Artist’s Eyes #2
Wondering while Wandering…
…an artist’s limp toward finding ‘Radiance Through the Rain’
‘May the Rain of Suffering Soften Our Hearts,
Seeping Radiance to Our Thirsty Places.’
J. Douglas Thompson© 2022
On thoughts beyond the plague
And all was well…
Or so it seemed..and then and yet
Another crash has come to set
The act called life
And choices left
Our parts to play
To gain or be bereft…
We went about our daily chore
And thought that there was little more
To do or be
Those ‘musts’ that clang
Like rusty bells
That wore us down
And tried to drown
Our laughter, joy or song.
And in reminders off-tune rant
At days long end, we say, we can’t
Yet, here we are
To once again
Though weary through and through
We push toward
Our single song
In this long year of twenty two
It seems, yes wrong
That just as islands
We’re just fine
But really know
That’s just a line.
And we’ve been told
Without a doubt
To keep ourselves and those about
At distance safe
To not expose
Our inner fate
That broken we
Ourselves indeed
In isolated state
Are deep, so deep in need.
We thought it well
To keep our hearts
Our secret store
Well hidden, locked
Our longings past
Our longings fore
And so, shut down we dwelt
Our inner lives
Alone at core.
It’s in our hearts
That stoic we
Placed walls against the hurt of past
And statements make
Just to ourselves
To place our stake
That islands we
Shall still remain
Above the fray
Stiff upper lipped
And yet we lay
And yes, we pray
And dark at night
Alone we stay.
From morn till night
With just a nod, a smile or slight
A hand in clasp, or distant sneer
The other wish to disappear
And yet beneath our dermal skin
Our heart lay cold
With stated stand
Of not in want or need
At least it seemed
To us
As on we went in daily rounds
To fortify
That we flew high
Above it all
And needed none,
Not even one
To come by close
And so afford us
Love.
And so and now
The tide has turned
And want, yes we
From others free
A touch
And so to see
If given chance
On future date
It might be wise
In promise pure
To act upon
And give our hearts to others sure
Not just in heads
Or passing nods
But heart to heart
With depths that throb
With deepening care
The other for
Including self, which we have wore
So sawdust thin
That just before
We didn’t love ourselves at core
And so it came
The neighbour less and less, than more.
So finally,
This act has past
The play called plague
Its shadow cast
And yet it clings
The danger rings
Across the shore
And so we stand
With grateful hearts
For life still giv’n
Another day
To laugh, to cry to stay
To yes imbibe
The wonders way
And yet there lies
Good bye
Forestalled
And so to stop
T’would be with wise
One further thought
As yes distractions rise
To cast our minds
A moment fore
An open door
For what’s beyond
A crack of light
Despite our night
That offers hope
With laughter, joy and pure delight
A place called Evermore.
Wondering while Wandering…