RENEWAL

"Words are the source of misunderstandings" - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, ‘Le Petit Prince’

This poem of mine is part of the Poets and Storytellers United meme: “I do not think it means what you think it means”.

Renewal

Even if Winter’s cold will burn the blades of grass,

The roots beneath the soil abide their time,

Their sleeping juices waiting for the call of Spring.

Grief and black melancholy may overtake us,

But if the heart still beats strong, there’s hope

And life will ease the sorrow.

Even if flesh is cut and blood is lost,

The living force within the tissue swells,

It heals, it scars, regenerates the damaged parts.

The cheap betrayals, all the petty squabbles,

Will wash over a generous soul that still believes

In human goodness, kindness, love.

Even if leafless twigs look dead, covered in snow,

The swelling buds throng with green energy

And the promised flowers await the beckoning of longer days.

Separation, long silences, lost intimacies and misunderstandings

Will all evaporate, as the renewed bonds are forged,

Now stronger than before.