How can you measure
The depth of one’s sorrow
And the height of one’s joy
When they clash
A safety net for the falling
Gravity for the euphoric
Together bring balance
Rhythmic breathing returns
With every wave
Angels stand watch
On all sides
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The ebb and flow of life, it’s good to know angels are watching
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Wonderful poem. Love the way you have played the contrasts so eloquently. Safety net and Gravity! Sounds like our lives played out before us.
Dwight
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Thank you Dwight!
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We do ride the tides of life and so true that they can’t be measured. All unique to us.
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We’re all constantly on a relentless pendulum, just lucky to hang on!
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This is beautifully eloquent. Joy and woe are two sides of the same coin.
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Thank you!
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Angels stand guard … such a nice thought. Well written words!
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I am glad for those angels standing watch.
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I too love that the angels are watching ~ Thanks for reminding me of their eternal presence ~
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The waves of change… so easy to be crushed… yet most of us reach a shore of safety.
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Tsunamis of emotion roll us over…glad to know angels are watching and we can regain balance!
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The waves can be turbulent but we can find calm.
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