It’s an effort to cover the canvas —
blending flaw and crack
blotting out the sleepless circles —
those shadows purple-black —
brave colours part-conceal them —
scars blurred ’til they lie faint
wounds sealed beneath a made-up skin
by layers of fresh paint.
A pretentious pseudo art form —
this forgery of a face —
convincing in its shallow way —
a trick to hide all trace
of damage that has wrecked a heart
reflected in sad eyes
where nothing masks the private pain
there is no sure disguise.
I keep my brave face on a shelf
for days I’m strong enough
to wear it publicly so friends
assume that I am tough
’though cracks run deep they’re covered well —
I’m practised at the art
but how things look and how they are
these days are worlds apart.
~ Love cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it. ~
Dr. Karl Menninger
"The power of love to change bodies is legendary, built into folklore, common sense, and everyday experience. Love moves the flesh, it pushes matter around... Throughout history, "tender loving care" has uniformly been recognized as a valuable element in healing.”
~ Larry Dossey ~
There is no better exercise for strengthening the heart than reaching down and lifting up another.
- Anonymous -
Hi Sharon, all the best for 2011, take care.xxx
"Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life."
~ Krishnamurti ~