Forever long, I search for thee
You hover around without taking form.
In thy silence, you hand me answers
Gifts of love, eternal for all storms.
I go on, in wake and slumber
Hoping for a gesture and to meet thee
When I turn away in pained glory
I realize you’re always with me
Submitted to dVerse where we were encouraged to make a poetic translation on one of three poems that were not originally written in English. This poem was inspired by Gabriela Mistral’s poem Anniversary. I felt it as the endless search for answers. Though received, the search continues until pain is accepted and the answers are found where they’ve always been.
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Your explanatory understanding is rather lovely and echoed especially in that third line – thank you for joining in
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Thanks, Laura
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This is beautiful Astrid! Almost like a Psalm!
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Thanks, Dwight.
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How often we fail to see what is always there! Great write.
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Thanks, Beverly.
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Sometimes we have to be ready to see what’s already there. (K)
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Yes, indeed.
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I think we should appreciate the search… it’s what life is all about
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Very true.
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Interesting Astrid, your viewpoint is well expressed.
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Thanks, glad to hear it.
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The Face that’s always present, even when we’re unaware…
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Exactly!
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