Portraits of Loss 12/23/09

Loss should be painted in many hues,

Not only shades of gray

Failing health is eroding soil,

Relentless,

As lush greens fade into the aridity of sand

And yet,

Psychic trauma, which saps confidence and the

regard of others,

Is the dank turbid water of an abandoned well

Friends disappear in fear and discomfort,

As winter’s freezing cutting rains sculpt familiar landscapes

Into muddy amorphous forms

And yet,

Economic losses descend without warning

like a churning tornado

Its debris, uncertain sterile years of angst and doubt

And yet,

Within each, a transforming seed

Awaits the pure light of acceptance

To germinate

Endnote: Revised on 2/23/10