The Power of Poetry
Sang To Me Like a Friend
The bird came back like an angel from the sky, The sweetest that I’ve ever met. When it began to sing and take my hand, I could not help but wonder why.
It could not be the color of her eyes, They were the same ones I had seen before. I quickly knew it was the song she sang, And time seemed to stop for us. Though we could never tell what would come of it, I know that I am glad she flew back to me. With her golden feathers, she soars through the skies, And glides with the wind that exists. I am still searching for what it all means, And I don’t know if it’s real. But then, the angel flew back to me, Saturday’s poem was so sweet. How could it have all been a dream? I know that something wonderful is coming of it, But I don’t know if we can see it. She said that she would always be with me, And the world will be ours to share. So we will look up and see where she is going,
With gratitude and awe, I thank you for the light you have shed on my life every Saturday In the form of your poetry. I feel more enlightened than ever, with a new lease on life and a renewed sense of spirit. I am grateful for your generosity in sharing your wisdom through words that profoundly speak to me. Thank you for composing these words so beautifully. That means far too much to me. I feel as if there is a veil lifted. I have clarity of vision and know now what I have been trying to explain. It was complicated to write these words. My emotions are so much richer….somehow, they have gained more depth at this point in my life. My soul has felt so deeply touched in some indefinable way my heart overflowed with emotions ……I don’t know how to describe it ……but it was beautiful. Incredible …….
Ilis Trudie Palmer Thank you. This was humble and honest, and it was real. But I cried because the things we feel are real, too — like love, like anxiety, like the need to be held that is almost impossible to keep at bay; like a feeling of collapse that precedes a new beginning; like words being written by someone who feels weak and ill-equipped for what they were trying to say but still trying anyway. And through all this messiness, I found something beautiful — a poem as much about feeling lost as anything else. And I am touched by the sincerity in these words — thank you for reminding me of how necessary vulnerability can be. This was beautiful, and I hope to write with such honesty one day.
