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Sometimes
we are reluctant to look too closely at happy memories because they hurt too
much just for knowing they are but memories. Even so, never underestimate the
lasting power of happiness. When the going gets tough, it is never far away but
waiting in the wings to prompt our every move…once invited to do so.
Yes,
happy times can never be relived in quite the same way. But they are always
there fro us, urging us to explore our capacity for happiness. It is this that
inspires the happiest hours of our lives and will continue to do so, provided
we let it.
When
loved ones die, we miss them terribly and memories can never compensate for the
physical pain of missing their presence in our lives. But such happiness is a
shared experience. We were happy to spend time with them because they were
happy to spend time with us. Each cared about the other’s happiness and
well-being. We should never stop caring but seek out new ways of being happy
and making other people happy. So things will never be the same. Life’s like
that.
Happiness
- like love - comes in all shapes and forms. Let good times that have passed
away and seem beyond reach inspire our present, not inhibit it
and the future will invariably make room for more.
Death comes to us all, that's life. Love, though, remains a part of us in the form of a posthumous consciousness in which hopefully we, too, may continue to make our presence felt for the good in someone else's life and memory long after our final heartbeat.
So ... if your
window on happiness seems misted up, give it a good clean, yeah?
Yeah!
This poem is a villanelle.
INSIDER-OUTSIDER or MIST ON THE GLASS
Through a
misty window pane
set in a
red brick wall,
I'll softly tread now and again
I glimpse
familiar faces, strain
to hear
them call
through a
misty window pane
A kaleidoscope of spring rain
touching
us all,
I'll softly tread now and again
Oh, to
catch up with love again,
follow
its trail…
though a
misty window pane!
A mirror
to choice, loss, or gain,
(making us
look big or small);
I'll softly tread now and again
Who turns
down Memory Lane
risks
going into free fall;
through a
misty window pane,
I'll softly tread now and again
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2009
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