POETRY

When This is All There is

“Though much is taken, much abides”

Ulysses
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson 1833

We focus on loss when something is taken away,
the glass on the table is unquestionably,
half empty, we can see this;
we sense less
focusing on what is no longer there,
we prolong and amplify,
senseless: 

Glass half empty 
meets
what’s left?
meets
not enough,
meets,
diminished,
meets
fear,
meets,
glass half empty,
meets,
what’s left…etc  

until… from our core,
spontaneous compassion
ignites infernos within, 

where
Love
meets
courage,
meets
faith,
meets
trust,

Fanning the flames,
unlocking the heart
breaking free
finding abundance
when this is all there is.


Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2012 all rights reserved
Author Notes
Michelle shared some of her journaling with me; some of which precipitated this write.
            “Do not underestimate me cancer. You took my eye but I still ski, rollerblade, and bike and play tennis. You took the roof of my mouth, but I still speak at fund raisers to find a cure. You took part of my lung, but I still breathe in this fresh mountain air, I breathe in love, I breathe in life. My hands hold clumps of hair each day; I wear chic hats. You give me pain, I laugh through it. You bring me to tears, I cry until I’m dry. Go away Cancer. Leave me alone. Leave my mother alone. Go away. You will not win. I will survive, I will thrive.” ~ Michelle Fuller

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