Life restless stirs within the womb a sanctuary of endless night. This seed from love impatient for release yet waits unborn. The mysteries this world are still unknown a journey to fulfil. Not till embracing waters yield and cast towards the light.
With pain and joy unscathed emerges life begins anew. Upon the breast is laid contentment overshadows fear. Forgotten now the silent darkness fades, that did once so entomb. With lips atremble suckles that flesh from whence he grew.
In summer meadows bathed with nature’s glory plays. Childhood memories etched forever in young minds. Friendships kindled as flames ignite youth’s eagerness. Enriched knowledge gathered eagerly with fleeting days.
As childhood into manhood grows deep unknown yearnings beckon. Love as yet its shameless thrill to be rewarded brings forth the man. Enticed by sensuous pleasures emotions awake the heart takes flight. With waves of ecstasy unleashed once a child all innocence now gone.
The year’s sweet memories fast leave behind as darkness calls again. Towards the light now beckoning pause footsteps fear enhanced. Unsure one’s life in vain had not this consciousness still hesitates. Then enters he with faith enriched where creation’s sculptor reigns.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
How I perceive 'the journey' and its possible conclusion.
It's the most exciting journey of your life - your life! I certainly see it stretch tantalizingly in front of me - but only it's shadow, the possibilities, the aims, the hopes and dreams lovely write Grandad
Hi, grandad, This seed from love impatient for release yet waits unborn. ...and...........? awaits. Let the journey continue!
bevbelleBridgetown, Saint Michael BarbadosMar 21, 2011
Wow--This is 'Heavy Stuff'--as we say down these parts. You are Truly --Gifted--in expressing your thoughts into Poetry. I love your--Train of Thought--in this poem. Bev.
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I certainly see it stretch tantalizingly in front of me - but only it's shadow, the possibilities, the aims, the hopes and dreams
lovely write Grandad
This seed from love impatient for release yet waits unborn. ...and...........? awaits. Let the journey continue!
You are Truly --Gifted--in expressing your thoughts into Poetry.
I love your--Train of Thought--in this poem.
Bev.