Not sure if it’s the cold, damp weather or the fact that I’ll be turning another year older in a few days, but I seem to be caught up in thinking of either the past or the future of late, instead of focusing on the present.
on what is unchangeable
and what is unknowable.
Past and future -
the former set in stone,
the latter in the air.
It is difficult to settle
in the present day
when so much is chaotic.
Whatever the future holds,
it doesn’t look peaceful,
not when hate is in charge.
Perhaps the best
I can hope for
is to forgive myself
my past transgressions -
to let them go,
once and for all.
Would I then forge onward,
find the strength
to face each day
with thanksgiving
instead of dread,
assured of my personal forgiveness?
Might I then
learn to breathe again,
trusting that I am enough,
that I am doing enough,
not just fading away
but actually living?
Would I then welcome
what goodness still arrives -
a quiet morning to read,
a kind word from a friend,
a glimpse of beauty
even on this gray day?
Perhaps hope, now silent,
would find me,
give me the strength to see
that even in a broken world,
even on a gray and gloomy day,
I can choose the light.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-12-05 at 18:29
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Reflection on a Gray Day
Of late I’ve been reflectingon what is unchangeable
and what is unknowable.
Past and future -
the former set in stone,
the latter in the air.
It is difficult to settle
in the present day
when so much is chaotic.
Whatever the future holds,
it doesn’t look peaceful,
not when hate is in charge.
Perhaps the best
I can hope for
is to forgive myself
my past transgressions -
to let them go,
once and for all.
Would I then forge onward,
find the strength
to face each day
with thanksgiving
instead of dread,
assured of my personal forgiveness?
Might I then
learn to breathe again,
trusting that I am enough,
that I am doing enough,
not just fading away
but actually living?
Would I then welcome
what goodness still arrives -
a quiet morning to read,
a kind word from a friend,
a glimpse of beauty
even on this gray day?
Perhaps hope, now silent,
would find me,
give me the strength to see
that even in a broken world,
even on a gray and gloomy day,
I can choose the light.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 81 times
Written on 2025-12-05 at 18:29
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