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Sadness Lies at the Heart of Things

 

John Herlihy

-- Sadness Lies at the Heart of Things --

John Herlihy

Sadness inevitably lies at the heart of things,

The transitoriness, change and passing life brings.

Things born, mature, wither, never stay the same,

Out of the dewy mist a wind, as silence holds reign.

The way of the world, evanescent, inscrutable,

The way of the soul, mysterious, immutable.

Consider the sadness at the heart of things,

The downfall, the missing, the loss of one’s wings.

The wayward son wandered off never to return,

Once a gurgling infant, now smoldering ember to burn.

A passion, a wish, a dream never allowed to bloom,

Now written on destiny’s scroll as feelings of doom.

Despite the sadness found at the heart of things,

A majesty, a beauty, the bird of life soaring on wings.

As age creeps up, the vision of the eyes begins to blur,

As wisdom takes hold, an inner vision begins to stir.

We live our lives without knowing our rightful place,

Ever searching, ever seeking, to find the one true Face.

Although sorrow may lie at the heart of things,

Let us refuse to succumb to contradictory feelings.

The cocoon of love pierced by the spear of hate,

Courage makes us bold while cowardice our fears await.

Safe and secure feels fine, yet linger our insecurities,

Certainty has its moment, close behind lie uncertainties.

Think of the sadness that lies at the heart of things,

Bees sip the flower’s nectar with a weapon that stings.

Blushing petals timidly open amid the thorns of the rose,

Warmth of summer days ravaged by the icy winter snows.

The emerald leaves of the mighty oak wither and die,

The wind sings its own praises before uttering a sigh.

Inside the sadness we find at the heart of things,

Only one drop of many emotions that life wrings.

Sad emotions spill forth like a flooded cornucopia,

No one ever said that we would be living in utopia.

Much of life touched by sadness that makes us wise,

Sadness passes thru a sieve to make ready a surprise.

Wear the crown of sorrow, yet remember happier things,

Even a king cannot escape the sorrow that this life brings.

The price of our sorrows found in the joy for which we pay,

Just as the ghosts of night find no traction in the light of day.

Whenever sorrow shows its face, relief is never far behind,

Our moods are fickle, even our sorrows will flee the mind.

Only a poet finds words for a sorrow that does not speak,

Like the night, sorrow bids farewell, the new day to greet.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Sunday 1 January 2023


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