some days
only days ago
the building rang with joy
and laughter filled the ear
the song was loud and sung by all full voice
full voice and then some
enough to fill a sometimes wounded world
and now and then to mend
the words we heard were words of hope
redemption
grace
where did this sound so dear go?
where are the words now you ask?
they are still there
even if in memory now
even if the speaker does not speak
the echo still sounds somewhere
far and away it will ring again
in the minds of those of us
who heard the precious words and song
the joyful noise and laughter
carry it each of you in your hearts
and plant the seeds everywhere you go
that in the spring when winters end has come
again again again
some building rings with joy
and laughter fills the ear
carry the seed
plant it
and let it grow
Your words here have left a seed, planted deep in my heart. I will carry it, until it springs forth again. I hear the music, I hear it well. Thank you for carrying it to me, so I can carry it to another. The healing, the hope, will continue. Take care, my friend.
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lovely.
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A good reminder that there are always echoes of joy, of laughter, if we only make the effort to remember. RYN: Thank you for your note; it’s good to meet you. I cannot imagine water in lakes that had been dry for a thousand years! How wonderful! I fear our water reserves will begin to drop again soon, too, but it is so good to have this respite from dryness, even if it proves to be only temporary.
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This poem is quite beautiful… and thanks for the nice note .. it was comforting to me.
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Thank you for your kind note. You have a lovely way with words here.
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RYN: Well said And here, well said :>)
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