H O P E
Hope sustains me
hope is life enhancing
hope is positive
It has carried mankind
through pain untold.
Giving us strength to see,
there must be good beyond.
Beyond cruelty, hate, sickness
both of body and mind.
Love, its natural partner
This life giving force,
Sure to be stronger than hate.
Love is Life itself.
Without, all will wither an die;
Like plants in a rainless land.
Lifting my face to the sun
I feel tears in my Heart,
tears of grief for pain untold,
Tears of joy of hope for a world at peace.
You are a dreamer I am often told.
Maybe that is true,
If so, I hope for many dreamers
among you, you and you …
© miriam ivarson
MUSIC IN ALL
It is here again, live music pours forth
so shimmering and bright,
Making the air and us quiver
as each note streams and sings;
Creating a whole.
With strength and passion it enchants
my heart swells with joy.
Where and how did his music grow so,
reach heights, trying to express;
Feelings, events, beauty, sorrow and joy
won’t be contained, need to be told.
I can feel him ask the piano for more,
asking each string to give its all.
Give from strong emotions
carried within his young and strong heart.
He teaches me importance of striving our most
To express our heartaches, our love and joy.
To express life itself
knowing it can never be contained,
no more than the music of rain
falling on a lake or on leaves of a tree,
The symphony of storm on the sea
or the quiet sounds of your heart and breath.
Music surrounds us, heals us
At times wakes numbed minds
Hurled into the universe
How do we know where to go
Is it coincidence or design?
I believe that the little spirit is drawn
to love in abundance, to care beyond call.
A seed inherent that grows, that blooms
as the helpless newborn says hello.
Yet, why did I choose an island in the North
or you a town in the South
and why these particular parents we love?
Do we have a purpose to fulfill, a gift to explore?
do you believe it is a random act.
Is the seeming randomness just fear,
fear of seeking, of fulfilling our destinies?
Like heat seeking missives we were hurled
to the parents perfect for us;
Are they kindred spirits we sought
or a cradle to further our growth?
I know this seems cruel to those who struggle,
yet history shows;
Strength and love,
Leadership and wisdom from many once deprived.
© miriam ivarson