Two doves preen fluffed feathers in dim early morning light
They ready for breakfast, the start of a new day
A couple, forever committed
Through thick and thin, a pair for life
Like the doves, life’s interwoven paths: happiness and meaning
From happiness…joy, from meaning…connection
For some of us, it must be one or the other
For all, it is each every day in some measure
Not unlike the sun and moon sharing the day
Each brings reflective light to our lives
The sun…nourishing light growing the world around us
The moon, our souls aglow, feeding our inner beings
Some days, we feel lightless
as happiness and meaning play hide and seek
Other days, the sun’s penetrating rays beat down on us
and the moon’s upending tides wash over us
Two doves preen fluffed feathers in dim early morning light
They ready for breakfast, the start of a new day
Like the two doves, such is light in our lives, and
the happiness and meaning growing from that light
Poetic Alchemist 
This is really pretty. The title itself is a poem.
I see light through the thickets of everyday life, and keep moving toward it. Excellent piece Don!!
Thanks Gautami. Doves are Heavenly birds.
Floots: Glad you enjoyed. Thanks. Love the Bee Gees!!!
the cynic in me asks if it exists
the rest of me goes looking for it every day
such is the joyful dichotomy of stayin’ alive
(if we can believe the beegees)
thanks don
i love doves. very peaceful birds. there are many of those in our vicinity.
great poem, this.
Dan: Thanks. Happy January in Santa Fe. Glad you enjoyed.
Kai: Thanks Hope things are well with you.
Another fine one, Don!
Thanks!
beautiful.
Paul: Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing. So true, what you have said. If only there was a magic wand taking away yoru suffering. I am so sorry, Paul. God bless you.
Polona: Thanks and I am glad you enjoyed this one.
a wonderful message in this poem… love it
“From happiness…joy, from meaning…connection
For some of us, it must be one or the other”
The way that seems to have worked for me is that real happiness and joy were very meaningful. To me, the kind of joys you write about on this blog have that quality, and that was the spirit of my days up to age 37.
By now, in pain that’s both chronic and severe, and literally struggling to get out of bed in the morning, I find it true, just as you say, that meaning, connection – peace – can remain even when the conditions for much by way of happiness and joy no longer exist.