Her Spoken Words

as  the hushed  conversation  lingered  in my ears I couldn't help  but be swept away  by a sense of  melancholy

she  was comforting  a dear friend sharing  a solemn truth  we all must face

the  knowledge  of our own  fragility the weight  of her reality  settled upon me  like a gentle mournful rain

her own fragile  health a fact  I'd known unchanging irrevocable

yet she bestowed  upon me  invaluable lessons etching them  into the tapestry  of my existence

in the presence  of her quiet  strength I realized  that even  the most  resilient spirits  must acknowledge  the finite nature  of our existence

in my quiet prayers I cradled her hoping her burden  would ease her pain  lessen

in life's brief  wondrous moments she taught me  the art of embracing  the present

that it would break us if we refuse to let go for it's acceptance  that mends  our hearts

she finds solace  in nature's grandeur the melodious birdsong the delicate dance  of butterflies

once she shared about  a common blue  butterfly  that captured  her awe it was one of the most beautiful thing I've ever seen

she  unveiled  life's  hidden splendors for me a world  ablaze  with beauty

she'd  marvel at  the English bluebells'  bloom guiding  through  the ancient  woodsland

wild garlic  delights in  a fragrant spree her world  of wonders she shared  with me

I couldn't  help but feel  a profound  gratitude  for her  presence  in my life

she had  illuminated  the path  of mindfulness for  it's within  the present  that we find  solace leaving  a lasting impression  on my heart

when  she spoke  of the beavers'  triumphant return  to the wild I feel that  their testament  to resilience mirroring her own  steadfast spirit

through  her lens I've seen  Britain's  night sky  a celestial show Aurora Borealis's  dance a radiant flow and also  the Milky Way's  grand display in awe I gazed as stars held  sway

her pragmatism  a counterbalance  to her boundless  empathy a wellspring  of kindness  a rarity in a world  often lacking

her light a beacon of hope radiated far and wide touching every life  it encountered bless her kind soul

in deeds not words her love did grow she has  a heart  so genuine a kindness  to bestow compassion boundless and vast she welcomed  those in need into her home

my words  often failed me but I longed  to convey  the depth  of her  magnificence

we  must  remember  that we are  but fleeting  travelers bound  by the threads  of time

yet hearing it spoken out loud from her lips stirred  emotions deep  within me

This poem is dedicated to another writer that I know.

Although I'm not particularly inclined towards nature myself, I'm now beginning to see and appreciate nature through her words and perspective.

Perhaps one day, I might have the privilege of meeting this remarkable person, even though I might not have much to say. *Maybe we could take a walk in the woods together and simply enjoy the beauty of nature.

*For those who don't know me well, my conversation skills are just awkward and beyond limited.

©Britt H.

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Previously published on Medium