Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Us


Pressure pounding,
Mounting fast.
Weather grounding,
Release at last.
Torrential downpour,
Rain or hate?
Through the door
I hide from fate.
Cover my soul,
Shield my fear.
What a goal!
Shed a tear.
Cry not long,
For through I see,
A wondrous song
Belonging to me.
Is it true?
Can it be?
I see you
Holding me.
Pressure releasing,
Lessening fast.
Sun is shining,
Us at last.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013

10 comments:

  1. Sweet ending, Us at last ~ Thanks for digging it out of your drawer and sharing with us ~

    Happy Hearts Day to you ~

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    1. Thank you, Grace. Youth sees no risk in saying 'us.'

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  2. Such beauty you had buried in your drawer..thanks for sharing it in this season of love.

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    1. Thanks, Susie. The world can always use more love.

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  3. i do like it...a rather transformational poem for me...and i lik e the build up to us as well...enjoy your day of love...

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    1. Hey, Brian. I always appreciate your insight. Thanks.

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  4. There is a lot of fear in making that first step... I love the ending.

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    1. Love without risk is something else - I agree. Thanks, Laurie.

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  5. ah that made me smile...the transformation from fear to love...nice..

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