Return

In willows bend
Of life that moves
Our tears belong to the ocean
Purifying life in its return

for G

glad you're back

The need to be flexible and bend with the winds and storms that life throws at us has never been more important to me than now.

At the moment there is a sameness about everything. I wake up, have a cup of tea, have some breakfast and do what I have to do for the day like a robot. I know the storm will ease and the purification I am going through will happen I just wish it would happen faster.

But to everything there is a time and a season and a purpose under heaven.

As ever J I love you and your words they are food for my soul.

Rain is sadness,
turned to joy,
salt left for another
day's care.
Tears refreshing
in their freshness,
the cycle continues

Whippet more food for my soul, between you and thrall I feast and my heart is glad.