Our Light That Shines. . . .


Sometimes we find when we are not on good terms with ourselves,  life is not sympathetic to how we are feeling.  Yet we fulfill what is demanded and later are grateful that someone stands beside us when we are in need. 

We hope that whatever we offered is regarded not with impatience we might have felt but accepted in the love that we deeply feel.    And  our good intentions are noted because we are at heart, decent people.  

Somehow to be known as decent speaks volumes in these times.  The lack of decency looms heavily on us as a fall from grace as we have relived the recent assault on our democracy.  We wonder the effect  of our behavior as viewed by those immediate and far. 

Times test our mettle and these times have.  Yet always we hope that how we relate in the small things will be our light that shines .

Light Touches

Your light touch
on the small of my back
gains for me a courage
lacking sometimes
to even climb the curb.

I appreciate that.
Somehow beneath the layers
of what I hold to be
the who of what  I am
is a someone still of note..

Comforting to lay my hand
on the side of your face
to note the structure
of the child no longer a child.

As the mother of you sons,
born of the best of who we as parents were,
Nature shares her secrets
letting me know that the goodbye kiss
on your foreheads still tells me
you are not feverish.

You know my secrets also
as you hug your children
and show them that
no matter how old you grow
your light touches reveal the depth
and speak volumes

of their place in your hearts.

 

artwork by Claudia Hallissey

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3 responses to “Our Light That Shines. . . .”

  1. email from Suzanne. . .A lovely and subtle bow to love between parents and their children.
    Happy Valentine’s Day, Veronica…

    Blessings and love,
    Suzanne

    Sent from my iPad

  2. Suzanne. . . I stretched those pennies to include small candy Russell Stover heart shaped boxes on Valentine Mornings! I think they cost all of a quarter at that time. It was a lot out of the food budget. Somehow the Valentinian heart was important a ritual to include children. Love is never old fashioned, now is it?

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