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April-26-2024
To Which Image Should We Cling
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Line of inquiry: “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling For each heart was at some point of time dear As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing In all forms we see God’s presence appear”
As we pass through differing stages of life, We encounter moments joyful, also with pain rife We meet men who love and help us grow Parents and friends come first who make our lives aglow. While some wipe a tear or herald us to a new morrow, Some cause twitching pain or endless sorrow We are never to forget who so ever we are, That only under others' shade, we have grown so far. Each fresh beginning teaches something new, Something better or a different world view. Too much expectations on people may land us in trouble. To friends or dear ones, we can’t always huddle. If we crave for temporal things like power, riches or fame, It would disappoint and won’t give us lasting claim. The vicissitudes of fate tell us of life’s innate fragility, Reminding us, here we are only sojourners heading for eternity. On such moments I wonder to which image I should cling. Nothing of this world, to us, lasting happiness shall bring. I wage a daily battle that I often lose, Between things that really matter and those I choose. In the deep depths of our hearts, we seek a higher power, A force that guides us through life’s twists and turns, every hour. Then, our eyes fall on God the creator, the giver of life, Who is the source of all goodness and the end of all strife. Thus, when the question to which image I shall cling props up, My eyes once more, to the heaven are lifted up. Like a river, through wind or storm life may flow, But let God guide our lives when tempests blow. When His image sticks close to our mind, muddy waters turn clear. It’s a heightened moment when in all forms, God’s presence appear!

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Date: 5/4/2024 6:11:00 AM
Life is a constant battle. We barely live to fight another but we always sail through and it couldn't happen without God's steady hand giving us the strength to paddle. "It’s a heightened moment when in all forms, God’s presence appear!" Always. Great one Valsa.
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Date: 4/26/2024 12:14:00 PM
A lovely contemplation of the ebb and flow of human existence Dear Valsa. Many people fixate on meaningless pursuits, but very few acknowledge that a higher power planted a beautiful garden, which we have ruined. Still, I would cling to our Lord. Wonderful poem on life's journey and the people and things that influence us. It stresses the significance of growing from these experiences, the transience of material wants, the necessity of having a higher authority to direct us, and the existence of God. The use of a combination of formal and lyrical language creates an atmosphere of contemplation and reflection. I hope you well in the contest.
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Date: 4/26/2024 10:11:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. What a great ending... "Good Luck" Have a wonderful/blessed ~ day/weekend writing away.....................
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Date: 4/26/2024 10:06:00 AM
Nice poem on phases of life. Love the last stanza and couplet. These should be our guiding light.
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Date: 4/26/2024 2:24:00 AM
A beautiful reflection on the ups and downs that rule this world. So many cling to frivolous things, few realize that there is a higher deity that created a wonderful garden which we spoilt. Yet, like you, I would also cling to our Saviour. Great poem. Best for a win.
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