When Fate has frozen fortune,
When winter has its way,
When hanging on takes all you’ve got
And circumstances prey,
Open heart to springtime rays
And soak up brilliant sun,
For in the Light, your hope is sure –
Your gleaming has begun.
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Beauty, Christianity, Courage, Dealing with Difficulties, Hope, Living in the Light, Nature, Poetry, Springtime, Winter Tagged difficult circumstances, Fate, fortune, gleaming, hanging on, hope, life, light, living well, photography, poem, reflecitng the light, seasons
Bound to earth by wintry curse,
Frozen fate, from bad to worse;
Head knows heart could court with kings,
Faith breeds hope; she’s sprouting wings.
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Beauty, Christianity, Courage, Dreams, Growth, Hope, Nature, Poetry, Possibilities, Winter Tagged beauty, faith, Fate, frost, hope, photography, poem, wings, wintry curse
Dreams lie still on rocky shores,
foamy mist, collision course
with Fated certainties; belief
in contradiction with Truth Reef.
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Dreams, Imagination, Nature, Poetry, Snow, Truth Tagged denial, dreams, Fate, photography, poem, reef, shores, truth
who left you in the lurch,
hung you out to dry.
Get in line
with all the others
who dangle at the mercy
One day your pins will be removed,
and the hanging judge
will turn the tables.
The innocent will fall like dew on parched ground,
and those who twisted Fate
will be strung in your place.
just a little longer…
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Evil, Nature, Poetry, Rain Tagged Fate, free verse poem, hanging judge, judgement, justice, nature, photography, punishment, retribution
You were born to misfortune,
twin to trouble,
ruled by Fate to
Now your Faith is
its weight in gold.
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Beauty, Christianity, Courage, Nature, Poetry, Rain, Recovery Tagged boldness, double portion, faith, Fate, gold, nature, photography, poem, suffering, theology
Held aloft on dainty stem,
Feeling autumn breeze;
Floating bodice, dancing hem
Contemplating frost’s approach,
Knowing pending Fate;
Blooming, scorning all reproach –
Budding well won’t wait.
Posted in Beauty, Growth, Identity, Nature, Poetry, Self Awareness Tagged autumn breeze, beauty, blooming, bodice, clothing, Fate, living in the moment, living well, mindfulness, nature, photography, plants, poem, potential
Your clammy claw, a land-locked crab
Erectly snaps at Fate;
In drenched green slicker, cold and damp,
You think the sun is late!
We have had a spell of cold and blustery weather – and here in Saskatchewan, we aren’t used to that! We get a lot of sunshine hours every year (to make up for the otherwise harsh conditions?) so when wet conditions tarry for long we quickly grow restive. I don’t know how many thoughts run through this daylily’s ‘brain’, but I am certain it waits for the sun!
Posted in Beauty, Just for Fun, Nature, Poetry, Springtime Tagged claw, crab, Fate, patience, photography, rain, waiting