BITTER FROST TO SUNSHINE
All these years, we have lived
With lies as light as thistledown
In our minds.
Memories of those times
We broke with love
Bringing a sad remembrance.
Turning sunshine to frost
In an instant.
These are the memories
We want to polish up.
The ones that make us sad,
Uncomfortable, uneasy.
Make them more forgiving,
Sweeter, perhaps,
As if they had never happened
In the way we remember.
But we know enough to understand
No good ever came
Of turning memories into lies,
No matter how much
We may want to lie or be lied to.
In that dark time, then,
When we can no longer find
Forgiveness in ourselves,
When thistledown lies
Weigh heavy upon us,
Offer them up.
Offer up those memories,
Just as they are.
Offer up those times
We have not loved.
Offer them all up,
Trusting and safe in our trust
That Love itself
Will take each sorry heart,
Turn bitter frost to sunshine.
© 2016 Gwen Grant
Wow, Gwen it’s beautiful. ❤️
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Long experience speaks in this poem, Samreen! Again, thank you for your kind words. I love all the posts I’ve read of yours. They are thoughtful, interesting and reveal a world unknown to me. Thank you.
Gwen.
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