NOTHING LESS - NOTHING MORE - POTD
POTD 8th Jan 24
NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE
The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its calming glow,
shadows lurked in the night's dark flow.
As the final pages turned, I pondered on treasured lessons I'd learned.
I took stock as Tick Tock went the clock, shedding a tear.
theatrically looming near for the departing Year.
A brazen breeze tossed and teased a branch of my old oak tree
which gently rapped, softly tapped, tapped on my front door
The rapping consistent, and the tapping persistent
made me question what if it wasn’t the annoying branch after all?
Then who at this ungodly hour would call?
There seemed a sense of foreboding with the midnight-hour offloading
something in that starless night made me quake with fright.
With that ominous knock knock knocking at my front door.
Tis nothing I rationalised; uncertainty is dramatized
Yet I couldn't quell trepidation, the haunting hesitation
Reluctantly, I opened the door just a fraction. Nothing more
A large shadow flit on my dimly lit path – Oh my! Oh my beating heart!
” What is it you seek”? I asked in a voice ever so meek.
"I seek your council, remember?” he said with a roar
"Nothing Less ~ Nothing More."
Compelling wrath, the sociopath sought a philomath
A ravaged man, it was hard to gauge at a glance his age
Wait! Was it the Old Year who revered being dead
that stood there, facing that night with never-ending dread?
A ripple of compassion, it was my belief ~ I felt his grief.
In his agitation, he sought confirmation of his liberation.
In the essence of truth, in his year-old youth
he was simply a kid who, behind his aged façade, hid
When the clock had struck twelve a year to the day, I'd have to say
His exuberant beauty enthralled as I recalled
Though he struck me as a sensitive entity who, in all vulnerability
had asked a question compelling over the months that had me mulling
‘In this life of uncertainty in a year, what's to become of me'?
'Ask in a year,' I had flippantly said with a dismissive nod of my head.
So hence, a year later, on my porch, he stood as I somehow knew he would
He carried all the burden the world had unburdened
Unrecognisable, Ravaged by Disappointment, Anger, Fear,
Disenchantment and Resentment
Yet no matter what was applied, however, he cried, denied, sighed,
he took things in his stride
He needed liberty from the oppressive restriction of society, freed from insanity.
Yet, even through his despondency, I felt his reluctancy
At leaving us his woe.
Nothing Less ~ Nothing More
I said to him, ‘Take heart even through the cacophony of humanity’s discordancy,
The symphony of harmony is besting
Before you embark, look within your heart
Love explodes from there and beyond. A spiritual bond.’
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Whereupon…
A sprinkling of stardust, and then he had gone
The New Year, despite its predecessor's hesitation
Through thunderous ovation, felt only elation
For in the darkness, we find our strength,
And in the light, our freedom at length.
And so, the story goes
Nothing Less ~ Nothing More
Maria Williams ©
Quote By Marianne Williamson in A Return to Love –
'Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate'.
'Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.'
POTD 8th Jan 24
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2024
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