Come, Springtime OR Let there be Light
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A new reader has emailed to say, “… it’s all very well to wax poetically about hope, but when life takes a turn for the worse and there is no one to lend a helping hand, hope is inclined to fade like spring mist.” An appropriate analogy, if I may say so, given that once the mist fades, it is still springtime.
Regular readers will know that I went into freefall some 40+ years ago and remained in the throes of a nervous breakdown for nearly four years. I did have some much-valued support from several people, and staring to write again proved very therapeutic, but I saw no future for myself, the chances of getting another job remote. I joined a local support group, which helped me re-learn how to connect with people; this, in turn, helped me recover a degree of self-confidence.
Chance took me to a charity that helped people get back to work who, for whatever reason, considered themselves to be unemployable; within months, I was working again, albeit on a trial basis which later became permanent.
They still haunt me, those years, and always will, but in a good way; they inspire me just as they have done throughout the pandemic and as I grow old(er). I am 75 now, and having to contend with various health issues that get me down sometimes. There are many people out there who are a LOT worse off than me, though, so I try take each day as it comes, just glad to be alive even if my quality of life is less than I would like.
A teacher at my old school some 60+ years ago once commented that
our limitations should not be seen as restricting us but as challenges,
inspiring us to overcome them, each in his or her own time and way.
You can please some of the people some of the time, all of the people some of the time, some of the people all of the time, but you can never please all of the people all of the time.
COME, SPRINGTIME or LET THERE BE LIGHT
Once, darkness and cold,
as
if winter had refused to surrender
to
yet another spring;
with
all the intensity of an impending doom,
it
had me wandering
a
maze of tunnels as lost and alone
as children waking at night, too scared even to cry,
too
young to reason why
Now, a glimmer of light
has me heading that way with a surge
of
hope in my heart
offering
all mind-body-spirit a potential lifeline,
reasons
to dream
that
had long since all but died, buried alive
under
mixed emotions barely allowing room to move
or space to draw breath
Yet, making slow progress,
every
step as if my feet are unwilling
to chance arriving
at much the same awful place as had failed me
once
already,
but for a yearning in me to see kinder heavens
smiling on us than have angry echoes of weepy ghosts
bringing us to our knees
Now, let there be light. Children of the Earth celebrating
the return of spring
Copyright R. N. Taber, 2021
Labels: depression, global consciousness, hope, human nature, human spirit, kindness, life forces, loneliness, love, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, posthumous consciousness, society
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