Blessed be.
Velumbound.
A continuation of today's theme.
The philosophical belief that deep despair and "hell" are mandatory prerequisites for personal growth and finding true "heaven."
Have you walked through Hell to find a version of your own personal Heaven?
(A lone voice whispers)
Consumed by time's long reach
My old love now walks on a new beach
No more Greenwich Village walks
Trips downtown to Manhattan
No more listening to Van Morrison on a hot Sunday afternoon
Drinking cold lemonade
In the shade
As passing yellow butterflies played
Smiling in unison
Watching the local ice cream van sound its arrival
With that particular catchy tune
Or reading Dostoevsky
Page by page
Aloud
Or creating poetry
Together
I guess
Looking back with my rose-tinted glasses taken off
It was like a prophecy in the Book of Revelations
To find heaven,
You must first face hell
Walk through the oncoming Apocalypse
Breathe in the final moments of despair
See your once bright sunflower wither and float away
To some sacrificial altar where they all go
Drawn by a dark power
Down some old black as death itself river
For like the Lotus flower
We sometimes need to grow in the sludge
To bloom
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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