A few months ago, I wrote this poem for another poet whose mother was dying of cancer and needed some uplifting (and she did not have faith in God):
Seek not the light at the end of the tunnel
passing life here, in tornado’s funnel
No brave songs trip from this tongue
no incantations bring forever young
Bravery is not just a soldier’s right
but given to you as you suffer this fight
no medal placed upon weary breast
but satisfaction that you’ve done your best
The love reflected in your children’s eyes
is proof you lived and your heart survives
take each moment as it is and hold it dear
face each day with honor’s fear
Yesterday, I got an email from someone who had read it and wanted to know if I would allow her to read it at her own mother's funeral. I of course said yes.
I have been blocked lately and getting worried about my ability as a writer - I questioned whether or not to just give up as it seems very little 'inspires' me lately and when I get an inspiration, I can't do anything about it. So this request really made my day. I may not be able to write for some time, but at least I have a bit more confidence in myself...sigh. Thanks for letting me vent!