For Constance La France’s “Epiphany” Verse Contest.
I waited for the light to come on,
But the darkness held on tight.
I prayed for the wisdom to answer her questions
But my mind remained a blank slate.
It pained me to not have the insight
That would make her adore me more.
I tried and I tried to find the solution
To the dilemma she faced.
But nothing… I had nothing.
No matter how hard I searched for an answer, emptiness was all I found.
So, I sat silently, solemnly resolved that I was not to be her hero.
Then, suddenly, miraculously, the obvious answer stood right in front of me.
The irony is that my epiphany was: instead of trying so hard to find an answer the magic is to let the answer find you.
And … I simply hugged her.
Hoping for miracles
entreating for impossibility
smiting doubts...
...vanquishing angst...
illumined by divine grace
now, requests are answered
as faith trusts the blessing-Source
and compassion functions wholeheartedly
to share glow of kindness-mirth
busting with triumphant gratitude.
For the 'Epiphany' Poetry Contest of Constance La France
"No one ever graduates from Bible study until he meets its Author face to face." Everett Harris
That AHA moment
that hits you all at once -
it’s a wonderful feelings
especially if you’ve been praying for it
I’m looking more and more each day
for my very own epiphany
as I read the scriptures followed
by watching videos that make a deep dive.
Pastors with great wisdom
and also Biblical scholars
give lots of awesome insights
into many of the books of the Bible.
The study of scriptures has become
fun for me now that I’ve found
interesting podcasters to follow,
for example, on Youtube and other websites.
Stories I once took for granted
are coming alive for me now.
I thank God for Eureka moments
of profound and clear comprehension.
Epiphany Poetry Contest, Sponsor - Constance La France. Date written: 08/27/2026
manacled...
by gnawing self-doubt;
a life-long affliction
voices in her head
incessantly spewed
lies and half-truths
that grew like watered seeds
planted by naysayers;
she internalized all the nonsense
she lacks self-belief,
but she miraculously turned a corner;
all she needed
was a little nudge
by a caring new friend
to confront the moment of truth,
a reassurance of...
"Trust your gut; you can do anything!"
she listened,
she prayed,
she fought,
v e h e m e n t l y,
against those voices of defeatism,
against negative forces
telling her...
"Not so fast! Think twice!"
she found
the inner strength
she never knew she had
to bravely walk into God's radiant light,
silence the echoes of trepidation
and seize the power
that was always hers.
with every breath
of her newfound freedom,
she finally realized
that she's infinitely greater...
than her circumstances.
Written 24th August, 2026 for Epiphany Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
The ironbark stands rigid in the heat,
shedding strips of gray to dry red earth.
For hours, the cicada hum is absolute,
a wall of sound that blurs the horizon,
then, the hot wind drops.
Smoke from a distant ridge dissipates,
and the canopy splinters the harsh sun
into a thousand sudden, golden prisms.
In that quiet fracture of the afternoon,
the answer settles over the sandstone.
It is not a shout, but the shedding of weight.
It is the ghost gum stepping out of its old skin,
revealing the pale, unblemished wood beneath,
breathing in the newly altered light.
For Epiphany Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
“Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.” ~ Ludwig Josef Johann Wittgenstein
As I embarked upon the world,
I absorbed an idea
that there was some great truth to find.
Coming to believe
that if I didn't possess it, I would be missing
something essential -
like a tin man without a heart.
How could I find this truth?
Would it be through hard work -
study or life experience,
or would it be powerful or divine,
an epiphany
delivered by some kind of angel?
On all the stops that I visited on the road to find out -
parents, siblings, teachers,
books, religious texts, gurus,
philosophers, artists,
people with degrees,
I asked, "What is the truth?"
and my mind became a jumbled, cacophonous mess.
I took a break from the road to truth
to take solace in nature.
For fun, I asked a tree, a hummingbird, and a lake,
"What is the truth?"
No epiphany -
I heard only silence,
beautiful silence.
Contest: Epiphany. 22/8/2026 Sponsored by: Constance La France
"To continue to live, can be an act of bravery." The poet.
Desolate and in deepest despair,
I had lost the will to live.
My tormented self,
wandered aimlessly through life.
Consumed with anguish and grief,
each sullen moment led to ending my misery.
Finally the day came.
I fell into a vortex of suffering.
Drowning in devastated hopelessness,
every ounce of my being became desperate.
Morosely I stood on the precipice.
My dismal heart could torture me no longer.
Despondent and forlorn,
I anticipated entering total oblivion.
As if from nowhere came a voice!
My melancholy mind became shrouded in doubt,
as I stepped away from the edge.
An epiphany clarified my impending mistake.
Today I live in peace to write this poem.
The voice simply said,
"Your hurt wont go away.
You will merely pass it to those that care."
Epiphany Poetry Contest- Sponsored by Constance La France
As I sat staring at the stars and moon from my backyard gazebo
Looking up at the sky I started thinking just how small I really was
Those tiny sparkling bright white dots in the sky, so many, so big
There has to be life out there, I say to myself
Twinkle, twinkle little star- is there life there where you are
As the hours passed and the clock spun early, the sun whispered...
good morning little stars, kiss the moon a good day- will you
And then I thought- epiphany, there is life out there
I know, because the sun told me so
I swam and sank in your love
with my earnest yearnings.
I surrendered myself on devotion and
dedication. It wasn't an infatuation,
but a genuine emerald emotion .
I was foolish to believe that
you were also in love with me.
I didn't feel that you were only generous
and compassionate to me.
I was drinking dreamy desires.
When You walked, realisation flashed.
I might not deserve your reciprocation.
Epiphany : the joy of love falls short
while a lifelong ache lasts ••
~ in an emotional storm, it's easy to go blind ~ quote by poet
You always gave me black roses,
the color marks your status
A charming charlatan,
who doesn't see his own shadow
With a transparent gaze,
highlighted your own achievements
Covered up weaknesses,
and inability to listen
I was gullible and hungry,
the outside world disappeared
Now I understand who you truly are
your frayed morals were poisonous
Contest- Epiphany- sponsor- Constance La France 8/16/86
Imagine a moment of clarity
when the mind opens to understand
and every experience becomes a memory
carried as a new one forms
each word, each action a constant thread
of seconds replayed in silence
when time seems still and each breath has already passed
where tomorrow stays forever out of reach
always ahead of you, as you move through the now
passing into yesterday like waves disappearing
in the sand as you move toward the final sunset
holding all your yesterdays in the silent realm of time
that you have passed through
Upon trying to stimulate my pineal gland
Through OM chanting for the first time
There before me in the silence that ensued
I saw a great void of raw existence
Frozen and unassuming
Like a door I’ve never opened
In a place I’ve lived my whole life
Everything and nothing was different
Staring at the cat between my feet
I reached down to touch it
And got to see where they exist
I should stop writing because
I feel like I’m bastardizing the eternal
Making a vain sport of it with a poetic devise
I am the very void upon which I now gawk
I took off my clothes to excuse my presence
I should not post this but probably will
Life remains a grand head game
Even after you’ve awakened the divine
Seeing the sacred should change one’s life
but now I’m not sure
Perhaps this is the true epiphany
Constance La France's Epiphany Contest
Ambling through brittle cobblestone
of an alley...thorns cutting
my soles, the icy wind pinches this flesh. blinded by haze of duskfall...
And yet I persist-
wondering if this heart still
hungers for life...
Remnants of my seasons
are withering in the kiln
of time's cinders-- a shadow play
dimming through the indolence of chapters--
I Iaze around a complacent world,
defined by apathy--
A drifter without cause , my bone and marrow
remain unperturbed by the thrill
of moments' ceremonies...
Fading away into a rugged trail
I reach the edge of a forest track
to find through a hole
how the sky turns wildly red and alive...
hearing the laughter of earth
and the moon kissing summer
on my lips...
the grace of epiphany unknown to me
unfurls all budding flowers.
Epiphany Poetry Contest. Sponsored by: Constance La France
By Poet: "Words are very cheap. Actions are worth their weight in gold. Look for actions, Not words."
I have a great friend,
she tells the truth and will never bend.
We love going out,
shopping and eating makes for a magical day.
I help her then she helps me,
that is the way friendship should be.
She called me sister,
what an honor that was.
Then one very sad day,
I had an epiphany.
She was filled with lies,
I had been deceived.
Written August 14, 2026
For The Contest, “Epiphany”
Sponsor, Constance La France
I entered the room and saw them all there-
those twenty-six who were able to show
at our not quite a class reunion, but
a simple luncheon for those who could come.
Our nineteen fifty-seven high school class
graduated sixty-nine years ago!
My heart was pounding to see many friends-
greet them as if it were just yesterday.
While we settled down, waiting to be served,
I glanced around at these faces I knew,
which years had re-sculpted as aging does,
and so pleased to be among them today.
How I and the rest were blessed all these years,
while some passed too young, others, middle-aged,
along with our seniors in nursing homes.
A wave of thankfulness filled up my heart.
This epiphany touched me so that day
as I did recall our class membership-
some two-hundred plus, now all that are left
these twenty-six, and some too far to come.
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