When Winter Comes OR Mind-Body-Spirit, Never Say Die
Many of us, enjoy the colours and subtle nuances than falling leaves in autumn all the more because needs must we brace ourselves for what could well be a hard winter ahead weather-wise.
Others may well face a testing winter of the heart, wherever they may be, regardless of time and seasons. Some may well argue it’s a case of the survival of the fittest, and there is a lot of truth in that, but the physically weak can also be emotionally strong; strong enough even to rise above wintry blasts of depression, anxiety, everyday concerns …
Others may well face a testing winter of the heart, wherever they may be, regardless of time and seasons. Some may well argue it’s a case of the survival of the fittest, and there is a lot of truth in that, but the physically weak can also be emotionally strong; strong enough even to rise above wintry blasts of depression, anxiety, everyday concerns …
We
have but to give a natural lust for life its head and the chances are its
predilection for positive thinking will, in time, rescue us from the pull of
negative forces, bypass even the most heroic stoicism, and allow an innate
optimism, Hope’s much loved bed-fellow, to once again play a leading role in
our lives.
Wherever
we may be in the world, whatever its weather patterns, day will always follow
night just as winter will always follow spring on the calendar of nature and
human nature alike; the latter, though, needs must find a way to turn on the
power of mind-body-spirit to save its natural optimism from dying just long
enough to rediscover that raison d’être which has to be as good a metaphor for
spring as any other.
WHEN
WINTER COMES or MIND-BODY-SPIRIT, NEVER SAY DIE
Oh,
but when winter comes,
I
look around and see trees stripped bare,
and
petals in tatters where flowers
once
lifted this heart now close to tears
for
having watched the swallows fly south
that
once greeted its spring
Oh,
but when winter comes,
I
look around at snowfall on the ground,
see
children playing, laughing,
making
merry with each other instead
of
being glued to social media in a world
whose
seasons rolled into one
Oh,
but when winter comes
find the days grow shorter, nights longer,
all
the more so for a prevailing
north
wind wailing like some lost spirit
of
summer trying to find its way back home,
familiar
landmarks wiped out
Oh,
but when winter comes,
I’ll
see robins give the lie to defeatism
in
as sweet a song as ever there was
to
fill a sad heart with hope for a future
beyond
any wintry landscape’s implying
positive thinking is a cruel hoax
Oh,
but when winter comes,
I’ll
get together with friends, make light
of
any feelings of empty days
or
lonely nights for hearts beating in time
to
what is, after all, but an overture to spring
composed-performed by nature
Oh,
but when winter comes,
may
divided societies around the world
yet
join hands and dance
to
the music of its time, fan any flickering
peace-liberty-fraternity into a flaming spring,
season of second chances...
Copyright R N
Taber, 2017
Labels: anxiety, depression, human nature, human spirit, life forces, love, nature, optimism, poetry, positive thinking, renewal, seasons, self-awareness, self-destruct, self-empowerment, self-fulfilment, winter
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