Sunday, February 24, 2008

Entry #32

A Moment
by Gemma M. Carrara


As I look in the distance at the gray of the sky I ask, where have all the leaves gone? The sun was just shining and the birds were singing their song. I heard a whisper amongst a sudden wind that touched my shoulder so gently. It made me look away for a brief moment in time. When I looked back the flowers were gone, the birds were silent, the clouds formed a wall of mystery that I do not understand. What does this all mean? Why am I standing here so confused when I was encircled in a rainbow of peace and serenity.

But then, I looked beyond the gate and saw a man and a woman holding hands. A child so sweet, in between them, skipping to every beat. Pointing to something in the sky .. I looked, and saw the answer I searched for. The light of the horizon was creeping through the darkness and grasping the call of the blossoming wind. For flowers need to reap and sow and then you will see the essence of its growth. For every drop of rain in the sky is a teardrop that will bring a new beginning to one’s breath.. The gray is not an everlasting moment. It is only a moment in time that precedes the path of the meaning of one's spirit, being, and the answers one will find.


[My name is Gemma and I have always enjoyed writing. Although it is not my profession it is still a part of my life. Since I was a child I would write short stories and poems. I still enjoy writing poetry. I became vegan back in October of 2007 and started a blog to share my experience with others and to help others learn how to become vegan. I also love to cook and creating recipes is a big part of my spare time. When I write poetry I am inspired in a moment. Your picture inspired me to write the above short story. It touched me as I read it and I hope the readers will find some meaning in It as well.]

19 comments:

Remiman said...

A tender yet provacative snapshot of the fleetingliness of our time.
Like a prose poem to give one's thoughts pause.
Well don. Very well done.
rel

Beth said...

The gray is not an everlasting moment. -- I really liked this line. Nicely done.

bluesugarpoet said...

Thanks for sharing, Gemma! You've crafted a beautiful sentiment in this piece.

Veggies.... said...

Beautifully written Gemma, very touching.

Geraldine

DBA Lehane said...

Full of deeper meaning than initially hits you on first reading.

Absolute Vanilla (& Atyllah) said...

A beautiful piece of writing, Gemma, calling up the continuous cycle of life, the moments that make up the whole, the underlying interconnectedness and being of all things. Lovely.

Rob said...

Really enjoyed this. Love the idea of using fading nature to convey one's mood. Well done.

SzélsőFa said...

It touches one's soul. Very nicely done.

Gnewvegan said...

Thank you everyone for such lovely words. I am touched that my story has grasped the readers in the way it has.

pattinase (abbott) said...

Very spiritual story.

BernardL said...

An optimistic, profound entry.

Sarah Hina said...

A wonderful meditation on nature's ebb and flow. I loved "the blossoming wind."

A comforting and lovely piece of writing. Enjoyed it.

JLB said...

This is a lovely vision - very lyrical!

Aerin said...

I observe Lent, and this was an appropriate little reading for a time of rebirth. Nice.

raine said...

A lovely, lyrical piece, Gemma.
I hope you're right.

Gnewvegan said...
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Gnewvegan said...

Thank you everyone for your continued kind words. Hope, I feel is essential to survival and growth. For even in the darkest hour when we feel numb, sad and lost. Maybe not in that moment will we see a light, but the hope will somehow, someday take our hand and help lead us to the path of life. For without hope I feel It would be to sad otherwise.

Gemma

jason evans said...

The intensity of the vision is strong. I hope the answers come.

Aine said...

I see a metaphor for aging in this. And, yes, hope is necessary.
:)