I’ve been doing some poetry work at the Hospice again today and soon there will be enough contributions to make a booklet of the patients’ work. The theme is along the lines of I AM…. I might add a short poem of my own; I made this one up while I was looking out on the beautiful garden they have there.
I WAIT AND WAIT
I’m like the clouds in an autumn sky –
I drift along in the breeze
waiting again for the sun to shine
or to grasp at some golden keys
to a place where I feel quite calm and still
and my tattered old soul is at peace
and it knows for sure that the future holds
just rest and hope and release…
So, here’s hoping.