Your presence makes me feel young,
My heart on fire, my soul has sung.
Your absence gets old, oh so quick,
Wondering where you are, I’m sick.
Your presence makes me feel sure,
All of life’s tribulations I may endure.
Your absence makes me feel absent,
With you gone, I feel as if I’ve been lent.
Your presence feels like a new moon,
Descending in an entrancing swoon.
Your absence feels like a dry old well,
No longer safe under your magical spell.
Your presence brings relief as I kneel,
A dream torn from clouds made real.
Your absence I find difficult to bear,
Missing you, it just doesn’t seem fair.
The dreaded absence lurks oh so near,
The glorious presence holds me dear.
May your absence never fill my days;
May your presence fill me up always.
You often write about opposites. It is one of your fortes. Well done. Most of us have been lucky enough to have experienced the ups and downs emotionally of her presence and absence.
How most profound is this gem of a poem. You have shared something most of us have lived through. "Presence and Absence." On the one hand we are the happiest person we can possibly be when the one we love is present, but all that can change into turmoil in an instant to helplessness when the one we have so much love for goes away. You told it so very well.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Jane
Ron