The Prophecy

Day 6 of Writing Poetry Until I Feel Better - Sunday, September 14

I was crying on her front porch at the eleventh hour

on my knees, begging her to stay

when my mother crouched down beside me and said

“Child, enjoy the luxury of your sadness…”

feel the earth move and unmove beneath your feet

and let the trees whisper to you sweet hymns of resolution

know that you have loved with every fiber of your being

and out of that love will come beauty

It is not over––changing shape

and, as the tide subsides, it will soon return

you will press your palms into the ocean

you will feel the moonlight glow on your tears

know that you are a piece of dust, not insignificant

but a part of something whole and complete

know that the ground beckons you

to stand before the universe and profess

to an unknown, omnipotent force of nature

a spirit that resides so deep inside you

may you never know it fully

it draws you from being to unbeing

from age to age to end

from life to death

from peace to pain

from heaven to hell

always with love, overflowing

always enough

for the ones who hear you cry