Artwork © Laurel Lambert

 

Life’s Many Moods

Tender ecstasy in the Lord’s embrace,
the earth is filled with colors.
There is truth in a moment.
Splintering through the thunder and lightning,
midnight skies in twilight’s trees growing in a circle,
standing tall, to reach the sky.

The birds dance in flight to spring’s touch.
to speak but to say nothing,
to hear no sound,
to cry inside a thousand deaths
to finite pity and misery.

Head held high in mute appeal.
Hurt brimming within eyes scarred.
Wading in a stream,
clear and cold and
rock fishing near the waterfall.

There are moods:
Happiness, sorrow, anger,
bitterness, joy and humor.
Dare I use arrogance to jumpstart
the self pity I’m mired in?
But, I am blessed!
(I closed my eyes and pictured wild flowers.)

 

Laurel Lambert was a Boston area poet and a fixture of Cambridge’s Out of the Blue Art Gallery and the Boston Common. Her work was published in Spoonful, Stone’s Throw and Stone Soup Presents: Fresh Broth. She passed away last month on October 27.