Lessons Learned by Jill Stockinger
Truth can feel like a battering ram
of This, then That,
of What-Comes-After.
Truth can be a laughing boy
who just disappears.
Under sun and under stars,
wandering, meandering,
I encountered a wild boy
who shined with such intensity,
I saw him through tears.
Truth can be a shock of water,
a piercing stab, unexpected fracture.
His gift of love, so freely given, was fiercely,
abruptly, taken back–so now I sing
of roses with their protective spears.
Truth can be a flitter-flutter,
a mixed-up batter,
a numbing matter;
truth may hide inside
the silt of murky fears.
Over time, my insight grew
in the cloudy compound of hurt and loss,
and it transformed the pain
and the scar that remains
into love's strangely sweet souvenirs.
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In the Shakespeare play Henry the Fifth, about the medieval king of England, Henry battle-cries to his soldiers "Once more, into the breach!" In this case the breach was the broken section of the enemy's forces, so "into the breach" means "try again at the difficult task until you succeed."Feb 23, 2021