This is a poem about loss but also life. It's an understanding that maybe life is actually a continuation, and it never stops at all. Maybe it's an everlasting tapestry that's woven all the time, filled with beginnings and endings, births and deaths, and whatever it is that doesn't end.

“Great love endures time, heartache, and distance. And even when all seems lost, true love lives on.” – Sarah Jio

You are Everything, a Poem about Loss

You are the wind in the flag.

You are the ripples in the water.

You are the breeze that moves my hair.

You are the stillness,

And the strength.

You are the unnamed magic

That I can feel in the air.

The softness of the clouds,

The hard and gentle rain

That taps on my windowpane–

Everything speaks your language.

You are all the colors of the rainbow,

And you’re the colors I can’t yet name.

You’ve become everything I see

And all that I hear

When I let my mind be free of fear.

Yes, I know that’s you.

You are everywhere.

Whispering,

Dancing,

Living just the same.

You are everything.

You live on,

Because Love is your name.

. . .

Tell me:

Which part of this poem did you need to read today?

Tell me in the comments. I read every single one, and I’d love to know.

With love,

Jen

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P.S. Need more light today? See what else I've written about loss and possibility. You might find exactly what you need.