by Bonnett Dulaney 

My sadness as my joy has wings,

Cool crisp, cold sadness,

Felt in brisk waves of torment.

It moves, up and away,

Down and close, close to the

Breaking, breaking point of the hope,

The indwelt hope source, that

sustains the wings of the heart,

The heart now in danger of

Becoming flightless, rages, quietly

But mighty, My soul weeps,

At the fragmentation of the spirit,

Sadness touches, nudges, pulls,

screams to the light,

And the light, joy, answers to

Its mate sadness, I hear you,

I’m bright still, splendid,

I await the completion of

Your season, the unveiling of

The reason, then I will come,

Then, I will come,

Still now,

I am here.

© 2004Bonnett Dulaney. All Rights Reserved.