This is probably three or four poems – all related to my own understanding of my life purpose. So, consider these loose thoughts… I’m posting as is for now. :) D.
Long Road to a Lonely Call
Cold winds swept the driving snow in wide circles that winter
my small voice drifted through shadowed valley, haven for forlorn souls, invisible and
forgotten, cast out from saintly elect, so loved and warm. Snow-blind, I wandered through vacant fields of white, hearing only echoes of the life I’d known. Pain pulsed beneath a frozen landscape filled with souls in agony.
Alone among them I cried because I was one of them.
Then Creator called me back, blindfolded and crippled, out of dark into light, into world that
wanted none of me, to show love is true st when heart finds beauty in all humanity. I stumbled, spun around, lost my way. Some laughed. Some watched in silence. But a very few who dared to love in spite of darkness and pain that had blighted me.
Ice thawed and spring flowers bloomed in far meadow that spring
I first understood I was neither the luminescent pearl nor its oyster home,
but grainy sand, irritating, an annoyance to world I’m here to serve.
Scattered to the winds, I had thought God done with me. Tossed out into a lonely sea, I’d presumed He had no use for me. But seasons change.
Change comes slowly, reveals itself in infinitesimal refinements over time.
An ocean of truth changed love’s tide in me as, reluctantly, I followed sandy footprints
into dark to be carried back to light. And so, Spirit moves me ever on, leading where I’m needed most.
fragmented thoughts combine to make one dynamic read. haunting, yet compelling, the reader is drawn to find out the resolution of the question penned, and the answer is not what i expected...but it is the right answer...thank you for taking me in a new direction, the RIGHT direction
I like what you've done with the format, Dawn. I truly flows as idle mind wonderings. Your ponderings reflect a universal question: why are we here? And you said it so well: "I'm here to serve" -- We often forget. Thanks for this beautiful gem.
So much hinted at and explained in this, Dawn. It is both beautiful and haunting; comforting and disturbing. You hold this tension so well in this finely-etched piece which, given the enormity of the range of things highlighted, is remarkably uncluttered. An amazing journey and a roller-coaster ride through the psyche and spirit, but what remains undaunted is the will and desire to yield to a god-given purpose that is inherent in that your life has been created to have meaning and a goal. This is a wonderful "signpost" to all who would come after you on that self-same exploration and road. TY Kate xx
Well Dawn, all I can say is you must think in masterpieces! This is as close to brilliance as one can get.
Every word seemed to reach from the page and pull you in.
Breathtaking.
this poem has a glacial beauty and truth, a gelid wind scouring the heart into greater honesty and deeper soul reflection. I love winter landscapes----- some mulled wine or whisky with cloves would be the perfect complement to the 'cauld blast' outside.
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comes slowly,
reveals itself in infinitesimal refinements
over time.
beautiful!
fragmented thoughts combine to make one dynamic read. haunting, yet compelling, the reader is drawn to find out the resolution of the question penned, and the answer is not what i expected...but it is the right answer...thank you for taking me in a new direction, the RIGHT direction
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
BRAVA!
Carmen :-)
Peter
Sometimes our scattered thoughts make a lot of sense, and they are the honest of our feelings and emotions. Well-done on this piece.
Sandie May Angel :o)
Every word seemed to reach from the page and pull you in.
Breathtaking.
Lisa
This is an incredible write
Keep it up
God Bless
Michelle~
Everybody is lost in this material world and is in a deep slumber until he/she is awakened by the sound of spirituality
moves me ever on, leading where I’m
needed most.
Outstanding write Dawn, we are lead by spirit, if we do indeed lend our ear and our hearts. A wonderful and special write.
Allen
discerning spirit, brilliant rendering!Kudo's Dawn!