My Friends, Joy and Sorrow

by Nicholas “The Bard” Andrea

Heavily hang the soaked flower branches of the magenta crepe myrtle,
drooping for days of stormy skies and no sunshine
to perk her up;
she looks more like a moaning myrtle this morning,
this grey morning which requires my lamp to be on
and my mind to be quiet,
for the world doth not sing to me, today,
and the sparrows outside my window are my only levity;

where, yesterday, the heavens were alitten
with the sun’s radiant, joyful glow,
the trumpets of angels resounding through the firmament,
not just the birds, but the trees and flowers singing, too;

joy and sorrow, they are my teachers
alternating as surely as the tides of the sea,
the waves of the ocean;
no lasting peace can be found in them,
but only in a stance free to look at them
as if they were friends passing through my house for tea,
to be conversed with, chatted up, learned from
and let go as surely as the clouds here today
shall be gone tomorrow or the next day;

I remain the constant resident
and caretaker
of the house.

About NickAndrea19

My goal has always been and continues to be the liberation of minds, my own and what influence I may have on others, to perceive the extraordinary beauty all around us. To this end, I write, play music, and design websites. Don't hesitate to contact me for more information about any of these activities. :)
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