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At the Heart Of Things Is Love

Updated on April 28, 2017
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Juliet Austin- Retired Counselor, and Nature lover her inspiration comes from nature, sometimes a word, and watching People.

The new Year is fast approaching and

A dreary sky overhangs its morbid head

Everywhere there are lovers

Holding hands and being gay

Once in a while.a strangers smile

Add a bout of energy to my faltering steps tired from the climb.

A new Year pledge evoked amidst the noise and glee

The skies above open up its arms and rained down

a cold blast of raindrops

Much needed I think as all around me lover's scramble

Hands held in new love fashion

But not for me


As I trudge by on shaky limbs and climb the steps

A passerby will interject a wish

Goodwill for the coming New Year

And I, of course, intone the said same greeting

It's all relative, the New Year wish


As I climb to the top I hear voices

People milling around to watch the fireworks

lovers held tightly against the cold wet Night

seeming not to care

The rain is pouring down in torrents

Mixed with the darkness of the Night

The streetlight that illuminates

darkened skies


I am not alone in my aloneness, thankfully

A stranger appears

just as lost as me and as he talked

He spoke of things that make the new Year

Anticipatory


Laughter streams as tears down my face

And the mirth that bubbled forth

Made him pause to stare, and slowly as if transfixed

He reached for my hand and sadly

He made the most important declaration


He had like so many others had come to this very spot

For the last time a hope for a brighter future

and when all quiet and no one left

he would climb these high walls and

He would end it all

Not a word did I utter as he needed none

Only an ear to tell his tale while he made sense of it all

So every Year as if duty bound I climb these steps and head for the wall

And pray that another soul I would help to realize

That Life has more meaning than our selfish way of being


This was written about my experience in New York took my Eldest Son who was a baby back then to view the fireworks. He enjoyed looking at lights as most babies are apt to doing. It has stuck with me all these Years I sometimes wonder how he fared. I think Counseling chose me at a Young age I just didn't realize it. We are shaped to a large degree by our experiences it's the Nature vs. Nurture argument.

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      Juliet Stewart-Austin 8 months ago from San Antonio, TX.

      Thank you Pait.

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      Pait 2 years ago

      At last, sooneme who comes to the heart of it all

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      Juliet Stewart-Austin 2 years ago from San Antonio, TX.

      What makes the Holiday's especially Lonely? Thanks for sharing Sharon, I am never Lonely during the Holiday's, even when I'm alone, I kinda like my own company. I have climbed that wall to the top of a Building in New York. In my younger Years. Maybe it propelled me to be a Counselor, I don't know. People tend to just come up to me and start talking.

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      Sharon 2 years ago

      Juliet I felt the pain of loneliness and yes at that time of the year a lot of people feel that way. Love the ending "life has more meaning than our selfish way of being".

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      Juliet Stewart-Austin 2 years ago from San Antonio, TX.

      Claudette, thank you, I'm going to give it my all.

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      Claudette Cover 2 years ago

      Many people have similar experiences like you Molly. You have done an excellent job in putting it into your poetic voice . Much appreciated . Your picture also says a thousand words.... Keep up the good job.. Creativity is embedded within you