We are Never Alone
I’m searching for the
Christmas Spirit,
lost, along with dear ones
who have journeyed before us
to a more forgiving place.
Their leaving weighs heavy
on my heart, but there are
those who remain, to share
my pain. Hand in hand
we walk the ageless path.
The Spirit of the Holy Days
weaves its message around
us, lifting us on wings
of eternal joy, lightening
our steps, easing our way
into the Season of Promise.
Jean, at 82, has
been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular
poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500.
Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She published The Jokester, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Many of
our Whispers’ contributors were
published in various editions. October 2016 was her last issue.
Dear Jean,
ReplyDeleteThank you for "wings of eternal joy". Wonderful expression of the season.
Blessings,
Michael
Jean,
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. You did an excellent job!
Yours truly,
David Fox