Lavender And Sage Poem by Bill Galvin

There are these two friends
Who reflect for me
The best that life can be
While I heal from loss…
They are my prophets of promise…
Promise of a return to sanity and normality.

One grows lavender;
And one knows sage.

One offers grand lessons about
Embracing what there is today,
Without regretting what there is not;
Flowing forward and ebbing away,
With the gentle tides of our lifetime.

The other counsels that
Grieving is a dance of healing;
Two steps forward, three back;
Gently turning, slowly wheeling,
Till full circle brings acceptable closure.

My prophets of promise;
One grows lavender;
And one knows sage.

They hold my spirit hand in theirs,
And walk the way with me
Along the sandy shores
Of the West and East separately,
Sharing what they know,
And what they see…
Three old souls are we.
And one grows lavender;
One knows sage.

They make me aware enough to discard now
Singed titles from my songbook;
Dark with sorrow and unwritten,
They are unneeded expressions;
Yesterday’s feelings; yesterday’s depressions;
No longer the shade of my choosing.
It is easier today to turn that heavy page;
To waken to know that I am gaining, not losing;
Thanks to my Lavender and Sage.

6-29-2015