To Love Sadness

Sadness moves its dreariness

From personal identity

To world awareness,

 Its gait that of hesitation

As love’s embrace reaches out.

How unpredicted this sorrow appears.          

With slumped shoulders

Like a wilting bloom,

Eye slits watery

Like dew drops seeping,

Gravity’s Downward pull of body

Like waning strength of a flower’s stem,

Melancholy weighs heavily,

Fearful of more rear-view mirror storms.

How willingly gloom accepts the night,

Darkness being its trusted friend,

Accepting its distorted reactions,

Knowing slumbering rest cradles its grief,

Understanding the exhaustion

Of heart and mind combatting

The desolation confronting consciousness.

Upon wakefulness,

Sadness spreads its outward reach,

Unexpectedly encountering

A warm embrace,

An unconditional willingness,

An acceptance of misery

As the tears of compassion

Merge with those of unhappiness,

Allowing the light and warmth

Of compassion’s embrace to encourage.

Love wishing to heal despondency

Is oh so authentic,

For such an emotion,

Moving about with its essence,

Remains without boundaries,

Without qualifying admittance.

Devotion is there for the taking,

Rejecting depression as

A redoubtable foe,

An inveterate caregiver.

For…

When challenged by life’s sadness,

Tireless love

Continues creation’s indomitable mission.