The Awakening of Being

I saw you walk through the raging storm
clothes askew and hair amiss,
but your smile melted all trepidation
and filled the empty void with light.

Each step along this new road is placed
with a determination of spirit,
an ache for life in an unaltered reality,
flesh stronger than the sum of its flaws.

If nothing changes nothing changes,
except a commutation of thought that
can wrap you tight in redemption's embrace,
transcending the call of the siren.

Her whispers will be never ceasing
and you must drown her out with a life
filled with love, truth, purpose and hope .
The seeds have been sown, the planting begun.

May you always be blessed as you toil these fields
with the warmth of the sun and the rain's gentle caress
as they give you comfort and strength,
look to the distance where a joyful harvest of being awaits you.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

This is one amazing write with strong message, job very well done wonderful read

[icelandicblue]

I appreciate your supportive feedback, thank you.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome

[Baby Ricochet]

New beginnings aren't for sissies. Good poem Blue

[icelandicblue]

No they are not. Thanks BR

[Frieda P]

My goosebumps had shivers through this entire read. I'm so grateful you pen'd some hopeful embraces within your angsty words, you know I felt this one in my bones Anne.

If nothing changes nothing changes,
except a commutation of thought that
can wrap you tight in redemption's embrace,
transcending the call of the siren.

If we could only slay that freaking siren once and for all...heavy sigh.

[icelandicblue]

I am in a hopeful place, fragile though it is. We both know this siren and if I could slay her I gladly but so often I have been the spectator in the battle and not the warrior. I wring my hands and clench my teeth and try this one day at a time thing bu that part of me that can't help it is hoping for a harvest and not a failed planting. Thanks Frieda, as always I know you know this life of pain, worry, hope and abject helplessness.

[icelandicblue]

slay her gladly- geesh

[Frieda P]

I think we should start a vigilante group of butterfly warrior moms, and clean up the place..............

[icelandicblue]

You tell me where to meet you, I'm there.

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem conveys strength, perseverance and faith ... seems written on soil and toil ... reminds me of farmers and all those like them in ethics and commitment ... one step at a time ... "The Awakening of Being" inspires me this morning ... tho my life is quite simple and I dont expect much in the way of adversity today ... one never knows when a test may be renewed upon oneself ...
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[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much Einstein. The field has been ready the planting begun but as we know it must be fostered and worked for it to yield more than weeds. I thank you for your insightful review. One never knows when the cold hand of fate will knock on our doors and tilling those fields makes us strong.

[emmajoy]

' If nothing changes nothing changes, ~ except a commutation of thought that ~ can wrap you tight in redemption's embrace, ~ transcending the call of the siren.' Seems here that life has taken a hit, that crossroads have been reached and decisions need be taken. Then blessings be, smiles pave the path to an unknown time and place where clouds smile and gardens bloom - or similar!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Emma Joy. I like and appreciate your poetic response.

; )

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we deal with storms in our life, and they can make us look and feel pretty ragged inside...but there is redemption...and hope in this poem that the path will change, the storm subside...and after toiling in the field of heartache, there can be a harvest of joy.

moving poem

[icelandicblue]

Thank you jacob. Life is hard but there is joy to reap but the seeds must be sown by choices made. I appreciate your words on this one.