No truer words were spoken
than this too, shall pass.
Joy and sorrow share the same path,
walking hand in hand.
One is wise to remember
it can always be otherwise -
But, oh the joy!
The promise of joy
when life is dark, that
leads us to walk between the two,
ever mindful that
this too, shall pass.
this too shall pass carries such resignation to the circumstances, which in some cases might be ok...i think you nailed the prompt...
ReplyDeleteThe promise of joy, deceitful though it may be, has probably saved more lives than modern medicine.
ReplyDeleteBrian - I don't see the resignation, I see the hope. There's that choosing bit again!
ReplyDeleteI so agree Icy - thanks for coming by to read and comment
I don't know much about poetry . . . but I like this lyrical reminder.
ReplyDeleteMany of us overlook the simple joys in our lives
ReplyDeleteI stand with Brian on this one, my mother used it all the time, and always with resignation.
ReplyDeleteSo --- provisional? Absolutely.
Words I consider often.. if not for my own circumstances, then for others. It's a hopeful thought. Cycles, and all that. Nicely done, Pauline.
ReplyDeleteThis will become my new mantra in a difficult time of my life. You are so infinitely wise!
ReplyDeleteThanks, I needed that.
ReplyDeleteThanks HIlary - it's interesting how our perceptions are colored by our past.
ReplyDeleteBarbara - thanks. It gives me hope, too.
And Anne - you're welcome! Thanks for visiting.