A Power Within

Tag: a poem of hope

See There.

 
See there the changing of the light,
its fervency to bring in sight
as golden heads in breeze do blow
as struggle through the earth they grow.
 
Eyes do see blue circle bright
the Midas touch of lighter nights,
spins the green of breezy branches
this vision of Spring so fast advances.
 
Life passes quickly in easier haze,
as painful days begin to fade…
Unfurled this heart this mist does clear,
It looks to be a splendid year…
 

“And So It Goes”

Life continues as days creep into Spring
the darkness leads to lighter hours,
blizzard grey days turn away
and the ache in your heart weakens.
Did you hear the birds singing today?
Sweet melodious sounds of daffodil days,
the sky was a hyacinth blue of hope
as green shoots of a different life arrive.

The proud majestic swans walk the banks of the river Bain
stretching their long necks to reach towards the sun,
the river high, cross and angry with the world
as a face of courage captures strength,
my soul swoops and enters into my heart
as sadness flies away on the wings of time.
The Winter is over, the dark days are done.

Gentleness pursues my life now, kindness enhances it,
delight embraces it.
Solace appears at my door

And so it goes.
And so it goes…

This poem is dedicated to Karen Caraven Hannon and to Susan Patterson who both need your prayers at this time.

A Certain Solace.

sunset at Kanyemba from Ellie

 

Withdraw and surrender
or restore and live?
Painfully utter or sing joyously aloud.
Or impair fatally to ruin
all that comes to you.
The choice is yours.

 

Enhance the beauty of your life like a twilight cirrus streaked sky.
Illuminate your life in daily joys.
For joys there are!

 

Live an anguished life in mask of grief?
Or find solace in this diorama of
changing colour and direction.
Sink or swim?

 

Renounce, abandon,
or repair and mend?
The choice is yours.

 

Enter that empty void of senselessness?
Or find that certain solace.
Swim to the top, swim to the top,
do not succumb to misery.

 

Lift yourself from daily pain.
Fight against this hanging pendent of rage
you wear so well.
Leave behind that ache
as heavy as a dying  bloom.

 

Live your life…
And find that certain solace.

 

 

Poem inspired  by a comment from Lileng.

Photo courtesy of Ellie Robson.

Copyright 2011 Susie Hemingway.

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