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A Winter Path

I walked along the winter path and thought about the aftermath.
Would it have mattered if I hadn’t been here?
To see the beauty in crystal clear.
Without a doubt, life brings me this, between the love, the hug, the kiss.
I will look back with gratitude for knowing you and your every mood.
For without the love and experience; nothing in life would ever make sense.
These roads I’ve traveled far and wide, perhaps are left with tears I’ve cried.
And yet without my soul in vain, I wouldn’t have loved the evening rain.
Cast away the mud of doubt and leave behind the bitter shout.
For nothing matters more today than looking back at this wonderful play.
We each were cast into a role; our future will either be half or whole.
I look inside the hourglass and know that I lived in the highest class.
I say this with the highest pride; for I followed the path of the magic ride.
Looking back forever I’ll see, you looking back with a smile for me.

Cindy J. Buechler
Cindy J. Buechlerhttps://creativejeanblossoming.wordpress.com/
My Poetry, Photography, and Journals hold treasure from grade school to high school to adult school, which I'm still attending ... just waiting for the final grade. Each layer of life reveals a new truth and with age, it becomes apparent that time is my greatest rival. My hope is to reflect with words and pictures that offer comfort, insight, and wisdom for a life well-lived with peace and tranquility in the end.

6 COMMENTS

  1. Absolutely wonderful, Cindy .. thank you most kindly for sharing.

    Every single word resonates within me as I look back over 50 years of ‘travel’ and work in 38 countries – and the different kinds of pathways I trod on, from the very simple path in the jungles of South America, Africa, and war torn zones, flood hit areas, areas devastated by “natural disasters, right up to the lavish roads and infrastructure of the “rich developed countries”, meeting the different kinds of people, the happy, sad, poor rich, suffering, devastated and yet with most of my fellow human beings walking on their path way through “life”– I notice, see and realize that there is HOPE within each of their souls – yes this the pathway to recovery, to healing, to reconciliation to some semblance of “peace with others”, to self preservation.

    The beauty of creation and life cannot be any better than when one notices a beautiful fresh teeny-weeny green gently but firmly pushing its way up from among the ruins and the ashes of what has been, a small creeper creeping from among the ruble, a small tender plant determined to make it s way into the light from the darkness of despair and destruction.

    Yes, as we each walk our life’s path way may we each see the beauty of life in all of its wonder and grace. With all of the diversity and its full spectrum of colors – nature smiles and gives us HOPE.

    We can each choose a path or create one.

    There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter. —Rachel Carson

    Blessings as you continue your journey

    • Jonathan,

      Thank you so much for sharing a glimpse of your life with me. I am amazed at all you’ve endured and witnessed. To be able to see different cultures in 38 countries- that must have given you perspective beyond anything imagined by others. I am sure you have empathy and compassion beyond any realm of measure.

      We all have our pathways in life. It’s the fragments and growth we witness and gain from each that make us who we are.

      You, I can tell, are a magnificent human-being. Thank you for sharing part of your life journey with me.

      Cindy

  2. Dear Cindy,

    I’m sitting here early in the morning having read you wonderfully sensitive poem which describes the reality of life for which we should all be grateful before as is in a way, preordained. A sad situation to be experienced which ultimately creates a joyful conclusion, only because we had to travel through a less joyful time.

    Wonderful, Cindy

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