Long Nature hope Poems
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Garden of joy
Garden of light
Light sprays soft, gently
Light inspires kind hearts
Hearts breathe ecstatic laughter
Hearts dream of serenity
Serenity sways natures and souls
Serenity brings wisdom and trust
Trust warms our wildest dreams
Trust erases our darkest fears
Fears are liars, living in shadows
Fears refuse the truth, sweet security
Security is a safe harbor
Security inside can be unfailing
Unfailing truth is simply amazing
Unfailing faith brings loving praises
Praises admire God, our Creator
Praises applause loving blessings
Blessings kindle unwavering pleasure
Blessings dwell deep inside
Inside are silent feelings
Inside are soundless beliefs
Beliefs won’t ever forget
Beliefs shine in kindness
Kindness is true intelligence
Kindness is absolutely sure
Sure of eternity, forever
Sure of love’s sincerity
Sincerity won’t ever fade
Sincerity knows amazing grace
Grace stirs growing seasons
Grace brings life’s freedom
Freedom to fly high in the sky
Freedom to believe, beauty that’s so alive
Alive like the magnificent gardens
Alive like the blooming flowers
Flowers who tremble in the sunlight
Flowers who rouse the soul’s muse
Muse who gives my life reason
Muse who sees beyond the external
External gifts often fall away
External things don’t usually stay
Stay past the shadows who sigh
Stay through the reasons I try
Try to bring rhythm to the song
Try to find direction in God’s word
Word of hope
Word of love
Love…
Hope…
Can I tell you a secret?
Every generation thinks their time is the last greatest struggle
and that their struggle will be the end of everything.
Every generation has its precipice and must choose whether to commit suicide or to survive and go on.
The more skittish men look up and panic! They scream, "THE SKY IS FALLING! WE SHALL ALL PERISH!"
Others that look at the world with more optimistic eyes say 'NO! If we all raise our hands together, we can raise the sky and keep it up above our heads! Tomorrow will come if we try!"
Others who truly know in their hearts that all is lost keep their peace and stay silent.
But the wise look on at all of this chaos and smile. They say, "Wow! I wonder what new sky lies beneath this old one? It must hold much splendor, for why else would it crack and fall?
Let us welcome what is being born over our heads.
Let us bear down and survive this falling, and when the chaos again subsides,
join hands and sing together under a brilliant new sky,
in a new time."
I sought a seer insight. In shadows of despair, I'd dwell.
Hollow and burdened by life's sombre knell.
Hopping for whispers of a future bright and fair,
Or a spurt of hope amid my current wear and tear.
Heavy steps dragged me to fates mystic door.
Mind ablaze with potential truths, fears to the core.
Yet, unprepared for prophecies that could shatter my dreams,
For in human nature, hope and doubt entwine, it seems.
Staggering, I met the wizard's scrutiny gaze.
His smile held a cryptic message to mirth:
Desiring only a glimpse of life's gentle rebirth.
He blew a tempest of air upon my weary face,
Whirling visions of my past, present, and future grace.
In turmoil, I glimpsed a struggle, fierce yet grand,
A future alluring, yet battling quicksand.
Gasping for clarity, I sought to break free,
I yearned to forge a path where my spirit could be.
Moments later, guided by his mystic hand,
I glimpsed the barriers hindering my life's strand.
With fiery resolve, I faced my progress bane.
Burring down obstacles, breaking every chain.
A newfound lightness lifted my soul's weight,
A burgeoning hope, a chance to recreate fate.
On my journey forward, the wizard's image stayed,
A guardian in shadows, a debt to be paid.
With each step I took, purpose burning brightly.
I'd perceive my return to rekindle the light.
As destiny would have it, a call broke the stillness,
An open contract, a promise of brilliance.
The wizard's due, my first earning, paid in full,
A phoenix rises, from the ashes, a hopeful lull.
This thirsty ground with a barren view,
Once cooked to a blistering dance,
It baptized all the life with heat,
Cooking the grass, shrubs and plants,
Until the farmer, in his old leather boots,
Walked, throughout spring, to the fight,
Armed with nothing but hope and a spade,
Tube natives he sowed every night,
From Swampy She Oaks to Lanky Buttons,
Hopbush to Silky Sawn Pea,
He covered the hills over two years of work,
Covered in magnificent trees,
Til now, five years later, in our beautiful drought,
Life flourishes over the hills,
And the birds, bats, possums and quolls returned,
To the ground that no longer kills.
Splintered gold carpets the ground at her naked
feet. Stars spat from skies above crashing
down to carve out craters in the earth, barren.
She crunches memories once perfect between
her toes - the past squelching-squashing
in meadows bogged with rain and night-time tears.
His ashes, once held in an urn, float
now over a field, let out to pasture. The vase
cracked by her own hand, a widowed hand
grieving. It is said she walks under the moon
searching for those broken pieces. Grasping at
grass. Anything to meld his mosaic back together,
her palms the kiln moulding him into a frame,
a skeleton of pottery.
The winds blow lightly in the silence,
It's raining with sad leaves in quiet tears,
Lost rays dream of light, hot impatience,
Upper tired branches slowly break their fears.
It's autumn. Hopes are dashed in the dark fog,
Colors fade, and the pink flowers die,
The moonlight disappears in choking smog,
I began to roar, I began to cry,
I choose to sing together with the wind,
To cry with the golden leaves through the rain,
To embrace a ray of light, to be kind,
To feel the great sadness and flower's pain.
It's autumn, from her wealth of hopes we reap,
A new time to laugh, a new time to weep.
Watch the garden grow, the flowers bloom,
the trees sparkle, laden in pink blossom.
The dew dropped grass, the clear, sunny morns,
Hear the nightingale's beautiful, spring call.
Sunscreen at the ready, sand baked between toes.
Sandals, bikinis, hats sprawled upon the beach.
Dipping in the icy sea, a kayak through the caves.
Surfing at sunrise then fishing for a fry up.
The whisp of autumn's breeze, a flurry of orange.
Crunching leaves in wellys, hunting for chestnuts.
Sunsets dazzling their natural firework display,
Over fields of corn, soon harvested and rolled.
Sniffles in the cold wind, hankies at the ready.
Nights spent cuddled by the log fire in pjs.
Families unite to play indoors on colder nights,
singing songs to mark the turning of new year.
05.09.2020