Though the pillaging forces of darkness and fear assault and plunder my day and me, I shall not lose sight of the hopes and dreams awaiting me on the breath and dawn of the morrow.
Though none seem to know me, I shall console myself in the fact that my creator does.
When all the intake of my mind can inhale is dark, I shall be encouraged, knowing that dreams always ride on the face of the morrow.
I shall not collapse completely, for though I appear to be a Humpty Dumpty man, completely broken and spoiled beyond repair, I stand fast in the fact, that all the kings horses and all the kings men, can in fact put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
The fact that I am fifty, should not work against me I should think, for surely I have prevailed lo these many years, due to unmeasured grace extended.
Our genius lit, can only be veiled, when we seek to withdraw in fear, but in each moment that we stand up in courage, our wells and rivers of hope, perseverance and confidence, are rekindled.
We each were created, fashioned and spawned in intricate and woven excellence, all born in regal beauty, all worthy of the pursuit of love, hope and happiness.
Let not the pillaging shadow of today, steeped in fear, thwart our ability nor desire to walk into this day in splendor, for it is our courage spent and walk attempted that shall mark our excellence upon the dawn of tomorrow, not our success necessarily that shall be our grade given, and mark and testimonial.
For it is not how we finished the race that colors us in greatness, but rather how we ran it!
As long as our mission includes others, bred out of caring hearts, our walk shall always remain a noble one.
If you show them your heart, all men of value shall embrace it.
Oh, how I want to believe, too, I am...I would ...this 'mirror', you hold, only perhaps yours the stronger, such beauty and oh to believe that yes, the fragile broken egg, oh, yes, can be put back together, again...and it is not easy when one has become ...well, I...I might not be seen too often in the suprematket, either...Rodney, you write/paint with wide brushstrokes of the heart, I believe I need your book...& grateful to have found this poem....'Glimmering Hope Dimly Lit',( beauty and frighteningly so close to home, yet you give hope?!!!)
thank you, my dear Humpty Dumpty, and you are not alone...not as the frightened, but I hope...I want to know this hope
beauty, open, nakedly human and caring...forgive the length...I...I am grateful ...and Take Care, also, yourself,
M.
"Our genius lit, can only be veiled, when we seek to withdraw in fear, but in each moment that we stand up in courage, our wells and rivers of hope, perseverance and confidence, are rekindled."
thank you....
Reviewed by coni lea harris (Reader)
Reviewed on March 22, 2003
I shall not lose sight of the hopes and dreams awaiting me on the breath and dawn of the morrow. Loved this!
Reviewed by Betty Tesh (Reader)
Reviewed on March 21, 2003
Wow! "unmeasured grace extended" That's a poem all by itself!
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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Welcome to the Den, looking forward to more of your heartfelt writes.....
William
thank you, my dear Humpty Dumpty, and you are not alone...not as the frightened, but I hope...I want to know this hope
beauty, open, nakedly human and caring...forgive the length...I...I am grateful ...and Take Care, also, yourself,
M.
"Our genius lit, can only be veiled, when we seek to withdraw in fear, but in each moment that we stand up in courage, our wells and rivers of hope, perseverance and confidence, are rekindled."
thank you....
Amen this is excellent
Peg
this well!
Glad I stopped by to read.
~E