As the waves crashed along the jetty's rock,
There were still waters over at the dock.
Only the night before a strong disturbance,
Take hold of this Happinstance.
All that is heard is the violent roar,
I listened as I stood on the sandy floor.
All that is seen is the unclear mist,
Who can say His power ceases to exist.
Just observe His wonders in the deep,
Stay calm like Him in the boat asleep.
There may just be the sound of a foghorn,
Much like when the trumpet sound will warn.
The fog makes it appear unclear,
Go forth to the waters edge for He will appear.
This mental state may seem thick,
Out of muck and mire is clay turned to brick.
What you thought blinded you,
Just focus on him and walk straight on through.
Realize you are the salt and the light,
Anything indefinate is not beyond sight.
He is not limited to what He can do,
He says we will come through it, just me and you.
Author notes
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Congrats on 2 years! Speaking of the cold weather, below normal temps, I had to work last night and came home to having a plumbing problem, we have a nice mobile home park, but things sure do happen, as always with our lives with unexpected circumstances. It is also an easy target to get discouraged because my husband is unemployed, and by God's grace I have not had to do any overtime. I also babysit my grandson. So, at this very hour our park will wait an hour for water for the pipe to be fixed. I am not sure but I think it was all about finances this past summer when I had this vision while I was visiting our Jersey shores. Bless you dear sister, you have so much more to fight for than I, and I got your back. Blessings.
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Wonderful metaphors!
and imagery!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on!
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Love your wording and images in this! I especially love the line,
'Out of muck and mire is clay turned to brick.'
so true - it takes a lot of 'molding' or friction to make some of our greatest wonders. A pearl, diamonds......so many things that are beautiful and worthy would not exist at all without that friction/molding.
Nicely done! I enjoyed this.
thank you for your entry
best wishes
(hope your plumbing problem got fixed - and that life will be easier for you in many ways....
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oh yes we do have such a close friendship through online contacts, lovely poem for 2 special poets, thank you for sharing
good luck
MM
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This is a beautiful and very moving poem. I love the imagery in your lines. Good luck in the contest.
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A beautiful and very spiritual write shared here. Nice poem, and thank you so much for entering. Blessings, Patty
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Nice flow,
What I got from this one, is it is about someone that is wanting to give their life to God, and are to the point where they have to take that leep of faith and look though the haze, and depined on Jesus to help them thru.
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Thank you...sad when you jot them down and find them months later, but there it is now...God bless.
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Very well observed, thank you!
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Great!
This is an awesome poem!
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beautifully done
the fog makes it appear unclear
Go forth to the waters edge for He will appear
pure faith
I truly enjoyed
God bless you my friend...
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