Living Poem by Stephanie N Kjarbaek

Living

Find in another the meaning of one's own being
And see in oneself a treasure of living
To view the truth in oneself and discover
Like the diver finding gold in the wreckage
Or a hunter finding babies from the carnage
To see with the mercy of Ruth
All that is love and of nature forgivin
Is to push away uncertainty
Past pain once crushing fingers under bricks
Now the mason builds carefully layer by layer
Behind him a sunset, golden and thick
Sky above overrun by seagulls
And the posts taken by the ravens
At the edge of dock in Cuba
Where the sun sets after six
In the church of cracked stone walls
Dark windows and mosaics
To find in another time dimension
The Bermuda Triangle of feeling
And then to find past the storm
Peace in the sea, blue, inviting, and warm
Like the arms that hold me
While they let me go, surround me
That is to find love that saves from the dying
And returns success to the survivor
That returns blood rushing to the head
And spirit to the living.