Poetry Friday
The Weighing
The heart’s reasons
seen clearly,
even the hardest
will carry
its whip-marks and sadness
and must be forgiven.
As the drought-starved
eland forgives
the drought-starved lion
who finally takes her,
enters willingly then
the life she cannot refuse,
and is lion, is fed,
and does not remember the other.
So few grains of happiness
measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.
The world asks of us
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it.
Jane Hirshfield
I can firmly relate to this poem right now as I feel it in my riddled bones. ❤️
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awh i hate that you are going through this Ilene. You know when I read this poem, I thought this sounds like something Ilene would write!
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