one woman's terrifying and glorious leap off the cliff of midlife
Never underestimate the power of saying the rosary, said the queer Catholic girl. Serenity is elusive, and so we are always having to seek it all over again. May it find you this morning, dear LaT.
You know, when I posted this I did so just because. Then I talked to my daughter, and I'm fit to be tied! She will be the cause of my stroke. I swear.
Gorgeous, LaTonya. You are a magician with words and imagery. Yes, serenity is a slippery beast, I find. But when you capture it, it's lovely to sit with awhile.
You are too kind and I thank you for it. Yes, to sit awhile with it is lovely.
If only, right? Sigh. Lovely.
thre is a certain serenity that comes just in the realization that you can not control the situ...that there has to be something greater that will hold it together....
If only we could roll between our fingers and keep it in our palms ~ lovely share ~
Loved the last two lines.
wonderful thought in the end!
This makes me think of the beads monks roll between their fingers........prayer beads.
Thank you all for reading and commenting.
if only serenity could berolled between fingersI like your poem a lot, short & insightful.
if only..what a miracle that would be..
Worry beads? I know that getting to serenity from cigarette smoking required me to have something like that .... but truly, in the yearning mood of your peace/piece, confession and contrition do take the problems out of our hands. I envy that. I have to find serenity over and over again.
Seems to me that serenity comes on its own. The minute you try and achieve it, it vanishes.
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