One day I hope to write a seemingly simple poem that so effectively conveys a universal truth. But for now, I’ll enjoy the masters.
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax,
The moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I’m trying to accept this incontrovertible fact with more grace and compassion. It’s not easy. I recognize I’ve spent far too much time seeking to control the uncontrollable. While I recognize this truth…I don’t like it much yet.
The poem below more closely reflects a sense of despair I can relate to. How insensitive the world seems to our individual heartbreak.
Break, Break, Break