Joy and Pain


I go to seek the silence of my pain;
The patient silence of a gentle rain
Whose course has gone before and will again
To part the tender seed of pleasure's drought.


I walk the shadowed streets and empty paths
To find a rich communion with the past,
And know the height and depth of every tear
Whose wisdom felt in half-veiled glory
Turns to amber rays the new Spring skies of joy.


A tranquil heart with silent mirrored eye
Knows not the preference of the joy or pain,
But sees them for the whole and welcomes both
As ever-playing twins whose game is love.




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Copyright 1969, 1980, 1997, Kim Bowers; All rights reserved

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