Messy Life Poetry

A poem for friends on both sides of the vast Atlantic who are hurting, in the midst of this mad , wonderful, painful messy thing we call life.

Redemption

Love and gratitude trump grief.

Life is not always easy

It hums along, sweet and low-key

And then the tsunami – real or imagined,

Wipes our smug snugness away

Devastated by loss, we weep,

We gnash teeth, we grieve, we're angry

At God, at life, at lack of control.

We regain calm, then lose it, lose it, lose it.

Slowly, slowly, normalcy returns,

Creeping back in like the daily tide.

The dawning of another day,

Bereft of the old,but blessed with the new,

First shows itself in the smiling eyes

Of dear friends, still here, still offering love.

Life, after all, is worthwhile

And love and gratitude trump grief

-Tina Tessina