A light at the end of the tunnel (which isn't the headlamp of an oncoming train)

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, Apr 16, 2006.

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  1. Been through the bleedin' wringer. All of us here have. At the end - or too damned close.

    But I heard an amazing radio interview last weekend (kismet? Along with the drugs I'm taking, which are helping) about a survivor of 5 (that's *F*I*V*E*) years of torture in Iran, his home country. His spirit about SHONE through the airwaves (holy, holy, holy).

    This poem was already in the works, but I've revised it since to reflect the 'sacred' experience...


    * * *

    There exists such pain,
    where the smallest relief
    is quite as sacred as the cure.
    There are such dark places
    where merely a spark,
    feels like The Sun, so pure.
    There are moments so long in some seconds
    that the vision glimpsed,
    is like Eternity itself…
    Yet, these are places
    which cannot be shown,
    found only in what
    the soul may own…

    There are moments
    when a round, full moon
    sheds much, enough of light;
    and times
    when it is never enough as guide.
    There are some silences
    that verily become deafening;
    And yet some so peaceful,
    purely welcoming;
    Or solitude, a blessing
    Or companionship, the same…

    There is inexplicable joy within some suffering,
    but never always.
    And there are lessons which one cannot teach;
    Some ways one simply cannot reach The Other,
    unless The Other travels
    to this place.

    (April 2006)
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Dear FoundandLost1;

    I like your poem very very much.:goodone: :clap: It reads beautifully and is so clear in its meaning. I like it very much. Please show us more of your work. It's very good!! Thank you for that light - which isn't an oncoming train!:smile:

    love and hugs to you:hug: :flowers:

    from Sooz
  3. Thanks so much for your sweet words Sooz - and for the love and {hugs}. All mean a lot to me. It's so great to be able to post here.

    Being a poet is one of a hundred sure-fire ways to wind up and stay poor - but ya gotta do what ya gotta do (and you don't have to ask a poet twice). I'll post a couple more (thanks for the encouragement)...

    {hugs} back,
  4. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    such a beautiful poem...

    i really liked it...

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