Truth Within

what can a poem be
statements and words
aligned just right
set to stir our emotions
set to stir our hearts

I see a soft gray day
San Francisco summer
all diffuse and opaque
not necessarily cold
wispy and mysterious
quiet silence in mist

life can be just that
soft and gray
wispy and mysterious
meaning more so much more

the things we cherish
do not depend on sunshine
nor blue sky and soft clouds
the things we cherish
depend on us
a little willingness
a little faith
we see the love
our love that surrounds all
only seen from inside
inside looking out
this is our gift to all
from our inside to you

I sit at my window
warm and filled with joy
the sky is gray and cold


by Steve Whitson

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Soft and gray. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.