From Sorrow To Acceptance Poem by Frances Ayers

On sorrows'wings I journeyed to a land where I had never been.
Each loss was undiscovered country, landscapes I had never seen, mountains I had never climbed.

I had taken a journey past familiar landmarks I missed, and memories that were past.I had buried the familiar stories and neglected the happiness, which lay buried deep beneath the earth, only now and then pushing to the surface.

I drank from bitter springs and sat among the weeds, neglecting to seperate them from the flowers.
Beheld only the sunsetting but forgot the beauty in each new day.

When I had shed enough tears, I remembered the laughter echoing in the valley and heard the birds chirping a new song.

I saw the sun reflecting on the water.
and instead of weeds, I saw flowers. Where there were empty patches of dirt, I saw seedlings and the possibility of new beginnings.