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Reg Rhodes Poem
First Frost of the Season
By Reg Rhodes
September 1st; the first frost of the season.
The coolness in the air inspires my imagination.
What new adventures will the Rocky Mountain winter bring?
How much snow will fall before spring?
350 inches of snow, or more?
I'm so happy to once again live my life the way it was before!
My snowmachine still waits in summer hibernation.
The sight of it makes me giddy with anticipation.
Soon, I will be rushing down high mountain chutes, overwhelmed with exhilaration.
The smell of snowmobile exhaust Invokes reflections of fresh powder flowing over the top of my sleds hood.
Floating through the mountain powder makes me feel so incredibly good!
What snowy treasures hidden in the backcountry, will we find?
When we explore the endless acres of immense forest pine.
The trees will beckon to me; and I'll leave my worries behind.
It is in the deep snows and thick pines; where I find my solace and inner peace.
The sight of snow capped mountain tops provides me with a wonderful spiritual release!
The early fall frosts reward me with immense inspiration;
to once again embrace life, and the unique winter season!
Copyright © Reg Rhodes | Year Posted 2014
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Reg Rhodes Poem
The Power of Forgiveness
By Reg Rhodes
Today, I found a key to set myself free from the nightmares of my own
shattered reality.
Today, with the key known as forgiveness;
I will cease to languish in my own mental anguish.
Today, I have set a prisoner free;
much to my relief that prisoner was me.
The key of forgiveness releases me from the blame I placed on myself for four
arduous years.
The key of forgiveness releases me from the nightmare of the pain, the
shame, the endless tears.
Though her infidelity was hateful.
I have forgiven her, and for this I am grateful.
I was an unknowing participant of her malicious reasoning.
Falling victim to her planning and scheming.
All the while, she had an unrecognizable look in her eyes.
Her love for me had been replaced with lies.
I longed to see my wife again, but it was too late.
She had already been replaced by an evil being; brimming with anger, lies,
deception and hate.
I mourned her loss, and felt the emotion known as grief.
My loving wife wouldn't return. I pleaded with God to grant me relief.
I desperately needed relief, but found none.
Two years mourning the loss of my wife had begun
The truth would only cause me more pain and tears.
She finally told me the truth; that her betrayal had gone on for 3 years.
The anger and hate she had towards me; a level of betrayel beyond my
comprehension.
To my stunned family; those were the things I simply couldn't mention.
She sneered at my suspicions, forcing me to doubt my sanity.
Her actions filled me with humiliation, and stripped me of my dignity.
I have forgiven myself for trusting the devil who masqueraded as my best
friend, my confidente, my wife.
I have forgiven myself for falling in love with her at such a young age in my
life.
I have forgiven her for bringing out the worst in me.
I have forgiven her for compromising my sobriety, and stealing my sanity.
I have forgiven her family, that despite her infidelity;
continued to love her unconditionally.
I have forgiven the uncompassionate ignorance of the fortunate;
those who have never felt the invisible wounds that infidelity brings.
To the naked eye of the naive; her hatred, anger and lust were unfathomable
things.
I have forgiven her friends for helping me with the relentless self blame.
I have forgiven her for filling me with anger, bewilderment and shame.
I have forgiven the man who aspired to dismantle my marriage and ruin my
life.
I have forgiven his longtime lover who was also my wife.
I have forgiven myself for sheltering my sanity in the cold cave known as
denial.
I have forgiven her actions that robbed me of my laugh and stole my smile.
I have forgiven myself; relinquishing my right to a better past.
Freeing me of the self loathing at last.
Ultimately, she couldn't stop her lies.
I knew it was time; we would have to to sever our ties.
In the name of love, I have forgiven her.
I have surrendered my right to hurt her for hurting me.
I have allowed a loving God back into my life; and I am once again free.
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
Anger, resentments and hate do not belong.
With God back in my life, and daily prayer.
I have been able to forgive her affair.
God has shown me the sincerest, most beautiful form of love on earth.
He has given me the power of foregiveness, and granted me a spiritual
rebirth.
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Reg Rhodes Poem
Flight of the Ptarmigan
By Reg Rhodes
The Ptarmigan emerges from his snow nest; and takes flight.
It's wings quietly fluttering; carrying him into the silent night.
He carries his message of inner peace on his angelic wings; shrouded in white.
Illuminated by the full moon; his flying form shines bright.
Only those who can relate to his plight;
will observe this awe inspiring sight.
I watched him appear from deep within the snow;
and followed the flight of the Ptarmigan; pondering where he would go.
Far, far from his mountain home he flew.
Only to seek answers to the questions that he already knew.
He couldn't adapt to the warm weather, noise or people; like the flatland brown Grouse.
Upon his return, he discovered that another white winged bird had come and stolen his snow covered house.
He took flight once more, to a different side of the mountain; to build a new and better high elevation nest.
Once again, comfortable in his familiar surroundings; the Ptarmigan was rewarded with a much needed rest.
The flight of the ptarmigan ended where it began;
and he returned back to his high alpine home, once again.
Where God intended him to be.
Where he can once again live happy, and be free.
Oh, beautiful ptarmigan; take me away.
And show me yet another wonderful day;
but, please never let me forget to seek Gods guidance whenever I pray.
Thankfully, my trip has ended; right where it began.
Like the Ptarmigan; I have returned home once again.
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I'm back up in the mountains; where God intended for me to be.
Home; where my soul is complete, and once again free.
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Reg Rhodes Poem
A Mutual Enemy
By Reg Rhodes
My friend and I have a dangerous and mutual enemy. It is called alcohol, and
it is killing her.
Masquerading as her best friend, the alcohol is cunning. Repeatedly, it sells
her dreamy promises of escape from reality.
The alcohol is baffling; it keeps her convinced that she is not sick, that
another drink wont hurt.
Powerful in its relentless pursuit of her soul, the alcohol exposes its true
intentions, slowly draining her life.
Escape from reality was only an alcohol induced illusion, the relief only
temporary.
Only small traces of her once-vibrant personality remain, her proud stature
reduced to an unrecognizable slouch. Her once healthy figure now skinny and
frail.
Alcohol; now the great betrayer, is tenanciously pursuing its goal to kill my
friend, just like it tried to kill me.
The alcohol is merciless, and it aspires to steal her soul.
The alcohol is patient; slowly destroying my friends life, drowning her in a sea
of loneliness and despair.
She frantically swims for shore, and it is so far away. Miraculously, a raft
materializes. Gods concern is apparant.
She rejects the concept of God, even In the face of adversity. She is stubborn,
and refuses to see the raft, rejecting Gods help. She swims right by.
The alcohol shows no sympathy; it destroys it's victims slowly and painfully.
The alcohol is poison in her body; it doesn't care that her liver is shutting
down.
It pays no mind to the plethora of mysterious health problems, the endless
barrage of doctor appointments or the many surgeries she must endure.
The alcohol is cunning; providing her with a dark veil of tears, keeping her
blind to her own terrifying reality.
The alcohol is the great deceiver; keeping her wrapped in a cloak of denial,
the pleadings of her friends and family go unnoticed.
The alcohol is the great repressor; It stole her smile, her laugh, her
personality.
The alcohol knows nothing of love; it has no regards for her kids, her family or
her friends..
The alcohol silences her fear of death. It replaces happiness with anger, joy
with sadness, and confidence with bewilderment.
The alcohol is the great supressor. Warnings from her doctors go unnoticed,
she no longer fears death.
The alcohol keeps her in a constant state of self loathing, sadness, loneliness
and fear.
My friend and I have a dangerous and mutual enemy that preys on our
unaided will, it makes her blind to Gods love for her.
Stripped of her many wonderful attributes, she no longer sees his plan for her,
or what he had in mind when he created her.
If only she would stop pushing God away, and allow him to embrace her with
his love, forgiveness, tolerance and understanding.
If she could only understand that only God can restore her sanity. That only
he can relieve her of the unbearable cravings and compulsions to drink.
If only she could believe in a higher power greater than herself, give up her
stubborness, drop to her knees and cry out for help.
Even an inadvertant prayer can be powerful, provided she has an
overwhelming, genuine desire to stop drinking.
For her, a spiritual awakening would mean freedom from the bondage of
herself.
A liberating fact for her is that she doesn't have to drink anymore.
The chaos and turmoil in her life will disappear.
Tumultuous mental torture will be removed, and she will feel serenity and
peace.
She will find that God will do for her what she couldn't do for herself.
Hand in hand, my friend and I will skip our way along the road to happy
destiny.
Our dangerous mutual enemy, no longer a threat.
Copyright © Reg Rhodes | Year Posted 2014
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