I wrote this poem on December 6, 2013…back when I felt a melancholy that didn’t fully make sense. Now it does, and I feel it even more than when I wrote it.
There is beauty in it all.
Sometimes when life seems more than I can take
When the emptiness is as vast as a stark canyon at sunset
And the ache feels like another character residing within me
I look around and see what is.
There is beauty in the way the blue connects with the pink and the white in the sky
There is beauty in the way my son laughs from his belly, so hard that he cannot breathe
There is beauty in the smile my daughter gives me when she appreciates something I’ve said
There is beauty in the love I see in my husband’s eyes as he kisses me
There is beauty in the breath I can take every second of every day
There is beauty in seeing the beauty.
I hope I can remember that.