This is a soliloquy for DVerse Poets, shared also with FOWC: false and JusJoJan day 17.
I stand here ‘twixt the truth and falsity,
Unsure if inner courage will prove true:
Which is the mold people have made for me?
Which has true joy among her retinue?
Which passion will provide good revenue?
I am no closer than when I’d begun,
Is there necessity to choose just one?
When I set out to bring to life a poem,
I do not know beforehand how it ends,
I have not seen the place that it calls home.
To quite a nice surprise this poeming tends,
As mind with mystery beautif’lly blends.
The flair is all its own, my hand does write
Till this poem’s resting place is in our sight.
For today’s FOWC.
For Forgiving Fridays and also shared with the Tuesday platform.
Forgiveness is a blessing to the land;
The starless night makes it invisible,
But at the sunrise one will understand.
Indeed forgiving acts are laudable
Yet even more, they from the darkness pull
The hardened grudge-filled heart, to soon set free
The person stuck in bitterness — softly.
Shared with DVerse Open Link Night.
God leads his flock into a verdant land,
And they will graze where streams of water flow,
This is a promise from his loving hand,
Humanity need not fear to follow.
As ewes and rams with their good shepherd go
Because the way he guides they know is best,
They follow him to safety and to rest.
For DVerse’s Poetics on blame and forgiveness and Fandango’s one-word challenge, chain. Also, I am sharing this with Debbie for Forgiving Fridays.
It is not right for people to cause hurt,
Nor to use words that they know will cause pain.
Immeasurably better is comfort,
However one’s reaction makes more rain:
The chatter in one’s head can drive insane.
Blame is a chain which binds in misery,
Forgiveness is the key to be set free.
At Real Toads this week, we are doing some artistic interpretations. My poem was inspired by this painting.
“Deep Woods” by C. Grimes
When all seems blue, or maybe darkest green,
When light is lost, no one can see the sun,
In the deep forest, eyes can beauty glean,
The journey is not done but just begun,
Variety of life can truly stun —
And though eyes can’t yet see the sunlight shine,
It still exists above, redeemed design.
I wrote this poem today, in honor of the feast of the Epiphany, which commemorates when the Magi, the three wise men, came to worship the infant Jesus in Bethlehem. They brought gold, frankincense, and myrrh, symbolizing Jesus’ kingship, divinity, and future burial.
When it had risen, Magi saw a star,
And knew that they must come to see their King,
They traveled across many lands afar,
With them several precious presents bringing.
And where was found the Lord of everything?
The Bread of Life, in humble manger laid,
Foreshadowing the path to God He made.