I'm not even sure what day it is in the challenge anymore. I feel like a complete poetry dropout! I figure I will give this one last chance and post a poem I wrote tonight. I give much credit to all of my fellow bloggers who have managed to keep themselves on schedule during this challenge...That was no easy feat! I look forward to reading all of your recent poetry.
Even though my participation in this challenge has been quite minimal I have gained much from this experience. The most significant fruit that has been born through taking part in this endeavor is that which has been reborn: my desire and interest in writing poetry. I've played around with writing poetry in the past but came to the rather abrupt decision quite some time ago that there was no point in continuing. That it simply wasn't practical. And frankly, that I wasn't very good at it anyways. I've learned that that really is an erroneous conclusion. Poetry is far from irrelevant or impractical as it often seeks to express the almost inexpressible in life. It causes us to see things from different perspectives and open ourselves up to wider realities. It helps us understand ourselves, others and the world more. Few things could be more valuable than that!
This will be my last poem for the challenge. Thank you everyone who has stopped by to read and leave comments. Tomorrow my blog will resume to its more usual content and I look forward to hearing hopefully all of your thoughts regarding my next post.
A thousand sighs cannot express
This helpless feeling of brokenness.
Oh Love that stings but no less equips
Give me strength to draw back anger's ships.
Hold these thoughts so very fierce,
Stay the arrow that threatens to pierce
This heart so heavy, sluggish, tired,
This soul needing to be God-inspired.
Flood my bones with joy's true flight.
Employ a thousand waves of light,
Until my parched throat no longer aches,
Until my soul no longer breaks.
Whole again as I've always stood
Now realizing what I always should.
That which is behind sorrow, behind pain,
When all dissipates even the shame,
Left naked and bare at center's core,
Is God; I am no more.
Peace is found when we are zero-
Illusions slain by love's eternal arrow.
I know then that I was never truly broken
For I am one with the first syllable ever spoken.
Thoughts? I'd love to hear them! Please leave them in the comments section. Thank you!