God’s word is not just to be heard and repeated; it is to be breathed, lived, and emulated with each action. — Steve Maraboli
Without You, I could have never walked among the low clouds, perfectly white
in hue and shade
the street looks like an unfinished painting,
perhaps an epiphany just waiting for a passerby to see certain events
through a prism of new light in the story
dear wounded, worn and wanting I am conscious of dampness that comes
before the rain,
of chasms where darker demons dwell in the mind
and now the threads of longing in a chapter waiting to be read are starting
to unwind.
There is tranquility in the hours of early morning, with birds bringing
sweet high notes,
there are many who had come to pry me open
there are many who had come searching for answers that were never present,
as though attempting to clench water into their hands
they promised me that their words were forged in steel
I suppose they never realized you can’t delude light with the threat of darkness
the world
as I know is comprised of shadows and wild patch of woods
that beg to be explored,
you can either step in holding hands with courage or forever be knocked back
by the brutal winds of confusion.
The city has put in new blooms, with flashes of amber and rouge pink
before me the future
behind me the past, I wonder if He can listen to my heart pounding
amidst chaos and din
for it’s an odd and bewildering thing to feel that you don’t belong to any place
and person on earth,
I am determined not to let worries lead me astray from the path
they often come with intentions seemingly untainted and kind.
I am conviction, I am fire, around increasing twilight I am an open book
of prayer
dear wounded, worn and wanting I am conscious of breath coming in episode
let your ruffled souls rise from the ashes
and though dark your dreams remember that dawn is never too far behind
I move on forward without flinching through the sweltering heat
of summer
my faith akin to law engraved in a fledgling heart,
why do you forget that in order to fly we must first forget the ground?
Without You I could have never walked among the low clouds, perfectly white
in hue and shade.
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There’s so much beauty and strength in every line. “…you can’t delude light with the threat of darkness
the world…” This almost reads like an adage. And, and, and the reading was an added bonanza 💖
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
“I am determined not to let worries lead me astray from the path
they often come with intentions seemingly untainted and kind.”
For me, this is the core around which your true and beautiful imagery–so powerful–revolves. To follow our own paths on and, at times, despite the earth is hard–especially when surrounded by those who attract us with their good intentions. I experience this over and over. It is a struggle. HowI love your final verse, your first and last lines.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Places that beg to be explored (and there are many of them) can often be reached only by walking.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
There will always be more places to see, always. We must choose to take time to reflect, to contemplate, to learn and to understand.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/06/26/walk/
Thank you so much, Elizabeth 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Beautiful, Sanaa. I especially love your closing lines, “why do you forget that in order to fly we must forget the ground”. That is very deep.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Winds of confusion can be brutal, indeed. I like the speaker’s determination and conviction, especially in that last stanza.
Thank you so much, Khaya 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What a beautiful but sad poem this is Sanaa. How well the reading fitted the mood with what seemed to be a touch of loneliness besides the determination of the words.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
“Through a prism of new light in the story”, dampness before rain, words were forged in steel
etc etc Too many stunning images in this gorgeous amazing poem You are a star. When is your book coming
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(some day hopefully in the future)
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This is for sure my favourite of yours up to now. And thanks for sharing the opening quote
God’s word is not just to be heard and repeated; it is to be breathed, lived, and emulated with each action. — Steve Maraboli
Much❤🕊❤love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Much🌹🌻🌷love
An amazing write Sanaa… so many lines to love, how you used the city and the lights to show your determination to follow that path which sometimes is so hard, but still the only way to have those wings.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is one of your best, a bustling, passionate prose poem that read like a chapter preamble in an exotic novel. Damn, you can write; one of your best. I loved the line /I am conscious of dampness that comes before the rain/. Wow.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
First I read and then I listened to your reading – you have a gently voice and this is quite an epic Sanaa with both depth and breadth – I did love these lines
“I suppose they never realized you can’t delude light with the threat of darkness
the world
as I know is comprised of shadows and wild patch of woods”
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I am conviction, I am fire, around increasing twilight I am an open book
of prayer
dear wounded, worn and wanting I am conscious of breath coming in episode
let your ruffled souls rise from the ashes
A stirring monologue of hope in hard times.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
A powerful piece with full of beautiful images…Gorgeous, SaNaa! It’s such a pleasure reading you… :))
Thank you so much, Panchali 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Wow! Amazing write, and powerful call to walk in faith! Love the lines: “There is tranquility in the hours of early morning, with birds bringing/sweet high notes” (I love mornings when I can sit and listen to birdsong ), and “I suppose they never realized you can’t delude light with the threat of darkness”.
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Bryan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
This is inspiring and profound writing, Sanaa, and a beautiful reading too! I do believe God hears and knows our hearts and we can walk with courage unflinching.
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
I am especially taken with the idea of holding hands with courage, but your words are full of wonderful images.
Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
It may be a thousand years go by before these words reach the ears intended to hear them. Or it may be today. Beautiful write.
Thank you so much, Eric 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This poem is epic, Sanaa! From the street that ‘looks like an unfinished painting’ and the ‘dampness that comes before the rain’ to the ‘tranquillity in the hours of early morning’ and the ‘new blooms, with flashes of amber and rouge pink’, you’ve created a vivid cityscape, brimming with emotion. I like the alliteration in ‘dear wounded, worn and wanting’ and I love the liens:
‘let your ruffled souls rise from the ashes
and though dark your dreams remember that dawn is never too far behind
I move on forward without flinching through the sweltering heat
of summer’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
So much yet to happen and the light always comes. My favorite line is: why do you forget that in order to fly we must first forget the ground?
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your title fits your poem so well. I love this line “I suppose they never realized you can’t delude light with the threat of darkness”. I like hearing you read it as well, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Jade 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Thanks for sharing this fine piece! Excellent write. See you in a couple weeks Sanaa. In honor of Solli Raphael: A Smidgen of Thought
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Absolutely stunning, Sanaa. Very moving the way you describe those abstract aspects of life like faith, love, light, loneliness in a way that is so intimate and palpable. An amazing write.
Thank you so much, Mish 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️