One of the hardest things to do during times of grief is to allow ourselves to be still, to enter silence, and simply be aware of what Is. It can also be one of the most rewarding. This poem by MG McClintock reminds us of the gift we can find in those still, silent moments.
by MG McClintock
Two gentle white butterflies ride a warm summer breeze
You reside in that warm feeling; soft, on the nape of my neck
The familiar scent that swirls; fresh yet faint
You offer a sense of reassurance, a feeling so subtle and settling
An invisible touch on my right arm
Barely a whisper, but still a whisper
When the entire world falls away and silence beckons, you answer.
©MG McClintock, all rights reserved.
MG Mack resides in a small community in upstate New York. She is a freelance writer, painter, avid gardener and mother of four.