Faye Gibson Poet Rhyme

Fatal Flower

Fear is a fatal flower that blooms in every breast,
twining its vicious tendrils to choke hope's infant rest.
Fear bears a bitter fruitage, a wine of black despair;
hope, drunken, weaves the linen to shroud her dying heir.
Fear is the devil's vintage of desecrated years;
but Jesus treads the winepress and His love casts our Fear.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987

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Robert Nehls June 21, 2014 at 1:31 PM A spiritual journey that is taken with Jesus has a far better chance to be without fear than one taken without Jesus. Words of a knowing heart, Faye..... Robert.

Carolyn Devonshire May 14, 2014 at 3:48 PM Dear Faye, Indeed, fear causes many negative emotions and actions. How lucky we are that faith can rid of us these. Quite a beautiful write! Carolyn Faye Gibson May 15, 2014 at 6:03 PM Thank you, Carolyn, Yes, faith in God has carried me through much.

Sara Kendrick May 13, 2014 at 4:09 PM This one speaks of your great faith..Enjoyed reading it today..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Faye Gibson May 15, 2014 at 6:02 PM Thank you so much, Sara, for stopping by and commenting.

Andrea Dietrich May 11, 2014 at 7:00 PM Such a poetic religious poem, Faye. Very nice. Faye Gibson May 15, 2014 at 6:01 PM Thank you, Andrea.

Aiyah Torres May 9, 2014 at 12:31 PM A wonderful poem filled w/ great wisdom and hope.. ~~ very well written, Faye~~ ^_^ ..thanks for sharing... :O)) Faye Gibson May 15, 2014 at 5:59 PM Thank you; I appreciate your comments.