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Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Thursday, 5/7/09 - "INNOCENCE"
"INNOCENCE"
Where has your precious presence gone? Where gone that simple innocence so pure? It's gone and vanished with the ticking of the clock Into a far and distant place - another time
Gone and lost - that fit - camaraderie we knew A sweetest blend of pairing, sharing, caring That was a very gift from God Himself Where does it dwell? Where has it gone?
We were like special sister ships With engines thrumming a perfect tune Beating rhythmically as one In the waters of our lives - it's gone
We were like ships set out from home In perfect sync - with matching beats Whose engines' ceased - and now we drift Apart, alone, that loving link - it's lost
The innocence I knew is gone It's crumbled into dust, blown on the wind Dispersed and carried on the air I pray with fervor, God, that it return
Innocence? What's that? Oh, it was so long ago. Who do I now trust? I have run out of people. Maybe God will send me one to whom I can bare my soul with impunity--and have a glimpse of that innocence so far away, so far removed.
I understand the loss of innocence. But somehow something close can be found again. There are moments when the little boy within feels very innocent and fresh.
I'm sober in AA since July 5th 1985, and a grateful member of Alanon since November 2004.
I joined the "blogosphere" in September, 2008.
In December 2011 I became a grandmother for the first time and now understand why it's such a big deal. I'm wildly in love again with that little guy.
7 comments:
Innocence? What's that? Oh, it was so long ago. Who do I now trust? I have run out of people. Maybe God will send me one to whom I can bare my soul with impunity--and have a glimpse of that innocence so far away, so far removed.
Good blog.
Love,
Me
this sounds so personal, it is very touching to me a bittersweet sonnet if you call it that i really like it
Potent poem PG. Thank you for sharing dear one. Blessings!
Love it. Really feeling that poem right now...
aaaaaw, this is beautiful!
I understand the loss of innocence. But somehow something close can be found again. There are moments when the little boy within feels very innocent and fresh.
Beautiful!
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