A Quiet Vow

I watched the blue hold drifting bodies,

Each silver turn, a quiet vow.

They moved as if the water listened

And gave them shape enough for now.

No one led, yet all were carried,

Loss and beauty intertwined,

Until the circling taught my seeing

How grace remembers what is mine.

I learned to hold the weight of others

With hands that did not try to bind,

To shape a space where growing voices

Could arrive in their own time.

I carried love through days of making,

Through loss and laughter intertwined,

And watched it pass beyond my keeping

Yet remain completely mine.

I held a place for promised closeness,

For harmonies that might align,

But learned some doors remain unlabeled

And do not open on our time.

I set those hopes among the others,

Neither broken nor denied,

And found a life still rich with meaning

Standing patiently beside.

I stood before a field of motion,

Threaded light in turning blue,

Each pattern shaped by its releasing

More than by the things it knew.

I smiled to see how grace assembles

What we never force or plea,

And recognized, with tender humor,

What I kept seeking lives in me.

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Copyright: Ronda LaRue, rondalarue.com 12/2025