Mindful 13
The dense evening fog on the way home
was no match for the miracle – a lamp, the
personage that glows with life and guides us…
As we gathered, volunteers to commemorate and celebrate
the Past, Present and Future of our organization – She stood
before us from a wheelchair and with a walker took careful
calculated, well earned steps…Showing us a vision – a clear one,
of our hopes, prayers good wishes – All of her hard earned
struggle, her continuous fight of recovery…
The memory of all in the room standing, supportive,
the ovation lingering…And her words after she sat down -
looking at all that love pouring out – tears of joy escaping,
“Thank you, I love you all! I love you, I love you.”
(c) JP/davh
Very moving. Even the fog cannot hide the miracle! Great poem Jules.
This is beautiful! The image of the fog dispelled by the lamp, blending into the woman with her love – it works so well. A very moving poem