In this life of complex order and sequence
Is a simplicity and fragility that is there to guide us.
We must value the moment we hold in our hands
Take it and treasure it and place it in our conscious mind.
In this life of uncertainty and fragmented disenchantment
we must honour the souls of the ones that came before us
So that that our own endeavours however meagre and small
Will have dignity and connection in their labour and toil.
We must appreciate the moments of beauty and bounty
And be humble and honest and have integrity.
Lest all that we know should be gone tomorrow
In this life of tragedy and human sorrow.
Alison Jean Hankinson
Whilst I wrote this on Saturday it was entirely with the sentiments of d’Verse poetics challenge that was looking for poems to save the soul….and I think we have suffered greatly in the last few weeks with the attacks on London and Manchester and I wanted to peel back the layers to what is still important and will always be important.
Today was a very blustery day….a pooh bear kind of day, and so long as we remember to feel the wind on our face and acknowledge it for what it is we are still clearly alive and functioning.