BELIEVE

a petal pink moon
in empathy
draws closer

her softness
a beacon of light
on the longest of nights

for those who mourn
whose souls are brimful
of dark sadness

a promise
that your sun will rise
with each new day

for surely as dawn
puts to bed the sleepy
starlit heavens

rays of warm healing
will be yours
as time passes

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Your lovely poem imparts a whisper of much-needed hope in these hard times Chris. So many of us now facing "the longest of nights"... My younger brother is just now recovering from Coronavirus, thank God. He has been battling it for two months now. It has been two months of these dark nights shared. He is in NY and I'm in Florida...an agony of nights passed. This virus is a fierce beast. But, as you beautifully describe, the sun rises anew with "healing rays" each day and the "petal pink moon" bathes us with empathy. Beautiful thoughts. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Annette. How difficult a time for your family when your brother has been so ill. I am aware of how challenging the situation is in New York. Your brother and family are in my prayers. Thank you for this lovely review. Look after yourself dear friend.

Chris.

[John the Baptist]

Nice use of the natural cycles as a metaphor for human fortunes. It can stay dark only so long; the sun will indeed rise again.

[Chris Shaw]

Your thoughtful reviews are always welcome John. Keep safe and well. Many thanks for your continued support.

Chris

[Pax]

It takes times, healing is a process, it may take longer, and given the pain, years are just a passing though we go through. And believe is one of that key.. Well said and written.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Pax for your visit and thoughtful comments. You are appreciated. Take care.

Chris

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Yes and time for your complete healing to believe like you once did before it’s just below the surface ....blessings🌹

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Kelly for your visit. Hope you are keeping well in these difficult days. All good wishes sent.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... a petal pink moon is perfect for
mourning..." her softness a beacon of light on
the longest of nights" ... my heart is heavy for those who mourn.
Bless you for writing the feelings that prevail. softly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

My heart is also heavy for those who mourn, who can not say goodbye to their dearest. It is so cruel Pat. Thank you for your understanding.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... we are praying for a Miracle in this Season where love and healing lie in a Manger where cattle are providing warmth for a a new born baby...
to represent the love and caring that we the people of the Earth can fulfill the bidding of the Great Spirit to provide love and caring and healing for a World greatly in need of Divine Intervention. truly, Pat

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Time doesn't always heal all wounds and even the skin of a scar is taut and tender; disfigured from survival. How nice there are poems that offer hope like this one.

[Chris Shaw]

Grief softens with time, even though the scars are still evident. Thank you Fabian for your visit. We all need hope when the going gets tough. Keep safe my friend.

Chris

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I don't think grief hurts any less with time. We just grow accustomed to the hurt and learn to live with it. I've never had much opportunity to grieve since I always had other things to do. The dead can do nothing but wait. The living have life to attend to. So perhaps I'm most fortunate in that aspect. Bless.

[Betty Hermelee]

This poem is so soft and flowing...the images are clear and telling. I love the last line which brings hope to the mourner..." rays of warm healing will be yours as time passes" . Really love this one!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Betty for your thoughtful and caring response. All good wishes to you and keep safe.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"as time passes" and we are all thinking "how much time"
Will there ever be a normal sun again...the moon is crusting over with shadows.
a timely, well done piece...the short lines give it wonderful effect.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes Jacob, it is scary. Will we get back to normality? Will we be afraid of people? Will people be afraid to come near me? So many thought running through my head and all the time the losses mount up. The shocking losses, the photographs of those who have gone and their nurses and doctors too. And yet it will pass and there is no grief that doesn't soften with the passing of time.

Chris