"YOU Are The Wonder, YOU Are The Light !"

 

 

“YOU Are The Wonder, YOU Are The Light !”

 

 

05/09/13

 

 

 

To my dearest and ever supportive friends, and constant loyal readers,

 

 

Upon due consideration, I found that the majority of my diary entries were nothing more-really—than an over-wrought mosaic of monstrous  pain, loneliness, and despair, disappointments in life,  Often I have written of need, of isolation, and the mindless subjugation of both mind and body by unending illness seemingly immune to lashers of medication.

 

Frequently, I have touched-upon the vagaries of, mind fog’, panic, depression combined with severe agoraphobia has—for the most part—caused me to feel trapped; a prisoner within my own home.

 

Then there are the nightmare, sleepless nights, bone-weary fatigue and the complete lack of energy or volition  that make the nights seem cold and long, and the days to be empty even of promise.

 

When I now speak of Daisy, it is with a palpable sense of grief and impending loss; I do try to keep her as comfortable and as pain-free as possible.  And—as you well know by now—she has been my faithful and loving companion for over thirteen years.

 

My precious friends, I have often written about financial insufficiency, of doubt, and of religious uncertainty.

 

All the while—dear friends—I realize that you suffer too; that your lives are full of pain and despair, fully as great, or greater than my own.

 

You, too, have been further hurt by the inconstancy of family members and friends; of not being understood, nor loved for who you are.

 

Doubtlessly, you have struggled-through my uncertain poetry or tortured prose.

 

Yet—my very special friends—you have remained so wonderfully supportive, understanding, and kind.  Forgiving too, especially when I should need that above all.

 

For all these things, and for so very much more, I can never—in near-full measure—convey to you my most grateful thanks.

 

I must confess that few things bring me any sort of happiness, something special and real that genuinely makes my heart happy.

 

My diary entries help me to establish a voice so difficult to find and sustain; your friendship, and your patience in reading them and so kindly commenting on them helps me to find some sense of purpose.

 

I cannot tell you how very much this means to me.

 

On occasion, I go back to read entries (and their attending comments) I submitted months and months ago to try to find some continuity and meaning.

 

And—in reading your most thoughtful comments, particularly if you may have found something of use, or of help therein—that—too—makes my heart so very happy.

 

I am so grateful to you for your abiding friendship, and for your understanding, care and concern.

 

And…whenever you may have a good day, or are in much lessened pain, or have accomplished something by way of personal triumph, my heart sings with quiet joy!

 

You cannot imagine just how important and wonderful you are to me, and I sincerely apologize that I do not thank you enough.

 

I would—therefore—hope to put before you a poem written just for you and dedicated to you only which—in its interpretation may engender some kindred sense of delight which I hope may make your heart happy too!

 

You occupy a pace of refuge within my heart.

For all these things and for so very much more…I thank you.

 

 

 

“YOU Are The Wonder, YOU Are The Light !”

 

 

 

You are the wonder, you are the light

that chases the gloom of each lonely night.

 

 

You are the matches that light as they burn.

You are the porch light that waits my return.

 

 

You are the beacon that shines through a storm.

You are a fireplace, welcoming, warm.

 

 

You are the flashlight that lights up the dark,

Or, like the glow from a fireflies’ spark.

 

 

You are the nightlight, whose glow reassures

that no, dreaded nightmare will ever endure.

 

 

You are the neon that lights up a sign;

or lights up a clock, to tell me the time.

 

 

You are the streetlights that brighten the alleys.

You are the traffic light, when traffic rallies.

 

 

You are the window lamp, seen through a curtain; YOU light the pathway, lest I fall, for certain.

 

 

You are the sunrise that heralds the day.

You are the candle we light when we pray.

 

 

Yours is the beam that shines through the night.

Yes…YOU are the wonder, YOU are the light.

 

 

End

 

 

 

Please know that I think of you so very often, and that I love you dearly !

 

 

‘Zahc’