Poetry from Joan Beebe



Why is there an unfulfilled longing that tortures our soul? 

Day and night it saddens our heart and we become wistful

And we dream.

We don’t understand this mystifying feeling.

The ache we feel seems to take hold of every part of our being —

we are overwhelmed by this persistent longing and become almost

Helpless in this prison of mindless depression.

 Once we face the terrible results of this feeling that we are lost in a world of darkness,

We reach out to the healing rays of light and peace.

 We start our journey toward the sun.