I eagerly await the day I can celebrate
The passing of my illusions:
That I have control
That I am separate
That I must seek
Knowing with my entire being
These have been completely replaced
With love…
Written in response to the prompt “the passing” from The Dark Lord at One Single Impression, please visit OSI for more great takes on this prompt.
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The realization and presence of love is such a beautiful thing. I enjoyed your take on passing. Nicely written.
DWL–
This is beautiful–it made me exhale (no small feat…)
Thank you!
So beautiful..
<a href="http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-watch-while-mountains-crumble.html">I watch while the mountains crumble</a>
Ah… no need for illusion where there is love - lovely poem and photo.
beautiful thought put in nice words complimented by a stunning picture.
But can illusions come to pass? I would like to think no! They remain illusions til we get the answers to them!
This is lovely Beth and even the photo! Is this photo yours? I surmise yes!
I am so there- needing the same thing- hope it comes quickly! Beautiful poem- and image- thanks for sharing!
Hi Amity–this IS Beth, and this post is from Dances with Loons, one of the lovely bloggers here on the Virtual Tea House. And while I’d love to take credit for the poem or the photo, I can’t–they belong to Dances! Thanks for the compliment, though…