how broken shall we find
ourselves, our spirit, and soul
before we come to understanding
the choice, the sense and reason
before the dreams awakening
unfolding flower scents in love
the color of a spring in bloom
alights around an after-noon
to sit in silence wondering
at the time we came to know
the weight of all our schemes
and things, our destiny revealing
these are days to try the soul
yet what’s uncovered melts
the ice that held the heart
within, without its reasoning
Image: https://www.wikiart.org/en/ivan-shishkin/fallen-tree-siverskaya
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A poem of hope, that in spite of these difficult times, the truth and beauty within our hearts will ultimately prevail… Nicely written once again, Peter.
Destiny is the souls choice, fate the abdication of our own free will …
❤