Goldfinch60

Umbrella or Parasol.

We go through our lives

Avoiding those dark moments

That may lead to ways of sadness,

The tears of the rain washing away our joy.

Those tears may have another purpose,

To wash away the sadness,

So that joy once more pervades our lives.

 

The black umbrella we used,

Used to save us from the rain

May become a fine white parasol

That is used within the light,

The light of our souls,

That shines around us in all its glory,

In all its glory and wonder.

Comments4

  • orchidee

    A fine wise write Gold.
    Meanwhile it's only always ever dark - when I begin to sing, that is! heehee.

  • Michael Edwards

    And if the light goes out life goes with it - great piece Andy>

    • Goldfinch60

      The light will never go out in my life, My Spirit will follow it for eternity.

    • BRIANSODES

      Thanks ANDY ~ for all of us (irrespective of age or status) Life is always a mixture of Agony & Ecstasy ~ Showers & Sunshine. We use our inner strength to combat the former and embrace the latter. As you indicate the faithful BROLLY can function both as a PARAPLUIE and a PARASOL just as versatile as our INNER MAN ~ AMEN ~ Yours Brian

      • Goldfinch60

        Very true Brian, but following the ight is so rewarding.

      • FredPeyer

        Simply beautifully written with a beautiful and uplifting message!

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Fred, most kind.



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