Pulseline
Sometimes, relief for
anxious hearts is held
in surprising places
Have you ever sat
in a chair beside
the hospital bed of
someone you love?
The steady beep
of a heart monitor
mapping the tempo
of each precious breath
The gentle curves
of a stable pulse line
repeated over and over
reporting all is well
Peace surfaces alongside fear
I have experienced
this peace at other
times, in other places
A morning row of clouds,
their gentle undulation
performing a steady beat
underneath the warmth
of a brilliant sunrise
A skyline of treetops
grown together through
storms, their silhouette
a uniform motif of peace
painted across the horizon
Sometimes, relief for
anxious hearts is held
in surprising places
Peace surfaces alongside fear

Wow, this poem is so good! Great job!!!
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Thank you, Tom! 😊 This one took some time.
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yeah, i liked the way you compared the hospital scene to the clouds hiding the sun behind it temporarily… it was a really good one!
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I love this poem, Kelley, for its gentleness, the quiet way it unfolds and the generosity of its conclusion: that peace can coexist with fear —-
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Thank you, John. ☺️ Kind of like joy and sorrow -can’t truly know one without the other.
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yes, I’m finally coming around to accept that view —
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