We are mourners, at heart.
When we look back we are more often than not
Grieving the loss of something,
Or the way things used to be but aren’t anymore.
We don’t like change, but we are adaptable.
We want things to be easy, but we are in fact strong.
We are lonely, at heart.
We miss people, places and things that brought us joy and comfort.
We remember things as being easier than they were,
Or ourselves being more content than we were.
Rose colored glasses stir up longing and missing and grieving
What we can’t have back.
God placed a longing in our hearts.
It was meant to be for him.
Yet we often make other people, or times gone by
The fulfillment of our longing.
And the past just slips through our fingers,
Like sand.
❤️
“Rose colored glasses stir up longing and missing and grieving” <3
This line is SO good Collette! I mean the whole poem is good – but I love this line because many times the past is filtered with nostalgia and pulls us away from today. Right here and right now. And, really, that's all we got. 🙂
Thank you, Teri. ❤️
Beautiful Collette. ❤❤❤🙏
Thanks, friend. 💕
Beautiful! <3