GRACIOUS LADY

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I am delighted to have the chance to feature another one of Thalia Gust’s poems. Enjoy the walk with her. 

     Gracious Lady                               

     I met a gracious lady, she smiled, light lit her eyes,

     I dropped a pretty curtsy, to the wise woman.

     A curtsy learnt from childhood, showing honour and respect.

     Do we really honour those older and wiser, fully enough?

 

     The Lady spoke to me, we shared

     experiences of life.

     We shared  joys, pains and love.

     Her road was a gilded one but her heart had bled.

     I know my mother would love this lady, enough said.

    

     Walking among the roses, we talked 

     about our children with humour and delight. 

     About countries and people, about peace and war,

     About the sky, the ocean and nature’s force.

     We found unity.

 

     I walked up the mountain in a far away land

     met a Shepherd, resting with his flock.

     You have come, he said, seeking long,

     please sit down and share my fare.

     Quietly I did as the old man asked.

 

     We talked in stillness about life,

     its passions and griefs, its beauty and joy.

     What can you hear, the old man asked,

     I was quiet for a while, then said

     The mountain stream, the wind through the grass.

 

     The old man smiled and his eyes shone bright.

     You have come a long way, he said

     thus you found the core of joy.

     Never forget the mountain stream, the wind

     Let stillness and wonder live in your soul.

     © Thalia Gust.