The Hope: Blessed be the day
when the root grows downward
and the fruit reaches upward.
Blessed be the moment
when the dry branch blossoms. Blessed be the silence
that becomes song. Blessed be the ashes
that become life.
This poem is excellent (as: This poem is excellent (as yours always are), and that final stanza is a real powerhouse. It reminded me of the dry bones' song in T. S. Eliot's poem, Ash Wednesday. And any poem that can remind me of his great achievement is a wonderful poem, indeed.
That final line must have, in: That final line must have, in some form, heard by Bolshevik Lenin when he ordered the execution of Russia's royal family; and by the Bavarian housepainter when he was appointed chancellor of Germany in January, 1933.
Wow: Wow Redbrick thank you so much for the wonderful feedback. A relationship is fun bu the break up is definitely hard especially when those memories fade.
Your song-like poem captures: Your song-like poem captures heartbreak in such a raw, straightforward way. The struggle to “turn off” love feels so real here. I especially felt the line about the hardest part being “the time you spent to miss,” because it shows how love lingers in memory even when the relationship is gone.
I’m overjoyed that you found: I’m overjoyed that you found some comfort in my expression and that you, so generously, took the time to dive deep with exquisite and precise insights. Coming from you that’s a coveted gift.
I’m still praying for your wellbeing and wishing you the very best of everything. You are a beacon.