Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Continual Loss

It seems I have been focusing on all the things I have done wrong in my life lately and the bad relationships that have come and go, that I have continually grieve over these losses.  I have been stuck on the whys and hows of it all that I can't seem to move forward.  I only pray that my spirit guides help me gain the courage and give me a renewed sense of vision.

One Artby Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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