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A Cry in the Wilderness

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A cry in the wilderness

shudders slowly beneath our skin,

whispering softly,

"All we want is peace..."

Men bear arms

against their brothers

while women hold their sisters,

weeping with woe ~

when will this cycle of raging cease?

We must open our hearts

to the sun's healing gaze

if we are ever to find Wisdom waiting,


lost within this fog

of folly & fury.

Truth leans

& learns its lessons well


as the wind scatters

sacred memories of silence

beyond the reach

of shadows' greedy grasp.

We wail

within these tides

of darkness,

 

praying

for these killing fields


to fill with blooms,

the lilting laughter

of lilies, instead...




Author notes

 

Art: "Lilies Soft Glow II" by Christine Elizabeth

Inspired by the contest "(Poetic) Prayers and/or Visions of Peace"
by Backporchphilosopher

Especially inspired by the entries by Thoreau47, CarolDesjarlais & born4freedom


Quotations used for inspiration:

And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Author: 
Bible
Source: Matthew (ch. VII, v. 28-29)

But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
Author: 
Bayard Taylor
Source: The Poets' Journal--The Garden of Roses (st. 14)

And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned to lover.
Author: 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: A Flower in a Letter

Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer; Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
Author: 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Sonnets from the Portuguese

I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.
Author: 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Sonnets from the Portuguese

And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.
Author: 
Julia C.R. Dorr
Source: A Red Rose  






 

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  • Waiting

    We must open our hearts
    to the sun's healing gaze
    if we are ever to find Wisdom waiting,



    Wisdom is ubiquitous henceforward - ask and it shall be given thee ...


  • Sandi Alford gold member
    February 23
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    the Lily has forever been a perfect metaphor and symbol of peace and tranquility. You have mused exceptionally well using her grace within the elements. A truly uplifting piece, filled with wonderful aliteration and imagery, well done poet!

    Thank you for joining me on my path of illumination, best wishes

    blessings, Sandi


  • Danny Beatty gold member
    January 20

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    this is pure native spirit of today .. it is gentle yet hard as a fist, it is pure yet filled with longing and makes vollies across the net at all organized, planned chaos ... the true spirit of nature is peace, which is not the abscence of violence, but the presence of justice, yet only humans can bring tenderness to justice, and keep it justice, and that is what I think.

    you last stanza is beautiful ... i wish i had written it


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    January 19
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    Beautifully penned. I feel my Muse stirring!


  • tomisb
    January 12

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    The path of man is often against the grain of the heart and swirled with reason all to fallacious. You capture well the ache in the heart for the needlessly lost when bullets fly and cannons roar. You touch the heart of this beat up old Quaker.
    Thanks for the vision and the touch.
    Love, Tom B.

  • Eusebius
    January 12

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    This most certainly is a moving and twice potent piece of verse which could not have been written by anyone else but our Night Hope! Superb!

  • This speaks with a wisdom that only a person with a depth and understanding of the complexities of being human could articulate with such force and beauty


  • klassy lassy
    January 11

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    "a cry in the wilderness" and it seems lillies are silent recepticals of our tears. If we could only see what they really represent -- as you write in this poem--which voices such emotion and a heartcry for the world.

    With the gift of life, would that we live it abundantly --not with clenched fists, where the heart always dies.

    Your talent increases powerfully to the breath of poignant Swanee sighs. It's a very special poem and I'm blessed that you share your heart, my friend. Much love, ~ Karen


  • MuddyKing
    January 11

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    This is exactly why you were chosen for my tribute series, you always offer such grace and wisdom, while remaining yourself.
    Wanda you are one-of-a-kind and no one can emulate your heart

    That's what sets you apart
    That's why I will always love you so

    peace and hugs
    Muddy


    • Night Hope gold member
      January 11
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      Awww. You're gonna make me cry, Richard...& I rarely ever cry. Ok, weird humor time, 'fore I do. re: "while remaining yourself" ~ I always tell people that I gotta be me...no one else applied for the job. Too labor~intensive. "I am you & you are me & we are all together..." At least, in spirit, we are, my darlin' Scarecrow. Muddy...I've gotta send you an email now. I'm goin' offline for awhile after I do. Need to rest myself & my 'puter a bit. AOL is misbehavin' again. I love you, too, my dear, dear Friend. Always have, always will. As the song by BS&T went..."I love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow..." Truth.


  • penchanted
    January 11

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    Stunning

    I read this and I am amazed.. and I can only hope that someday I will be able to write as well. I loved this part, (but really all of it)
    "We must open our hearts
    to the sun's healing gaze
    if we are ever to find Wisdom waiting,

    lost within this fog
    of folly & fury.


    Beautiful write from one of my favorite writers!!


  • Rovingone gold member
    January 11

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    That's the same sad question so many poets have asked for so very long, stated in your always perfect clarity. Isn't it a sad thing that the one who refers to itself as the most intelligent, the thinking animal can not over come it's desire to kill itself and all that it encounters. I love the quotes you gave. All of them are favorites of mine. Anyone who uses the sermons of Jesus and Elizabeth Barret Browning for guiidance has got to have it all together. Bravo!


  • NurseChilly gold member
    January 11

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  • marc creamore
    January 11
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    Amen, sister poet, Amen . . .

    Marc

  • Rowan gold member
    January 11

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    I love all the links and references you provide, it goes to show why your poetry goes beyond mere words. The beautiful work you put into each thought, each line... stunning.


  • kaibab silver member
    January 11

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    I begin with me...writing the heart of Nature's truth...gathering leaves, until that day when eyes would rather read poetry than watch the lastest news of war and greed...it is about perception, and what we choose to become important...lovely reminder scribe of bluer dreams to flower

  • beautiful

    this definitely is a winner! lovely poignant moving write poet...thank you for your voice for peace


    • Night Hope gold member
      January 11
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      Thank you for your kind words, Backporchphilosopher. I'm pleased you appreciated my small contribution to the choir. Thank you for hosting such a needed venue where we can contribute to the harmony of our world. Wanda


  • Sonja
    January 11

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    I agree, this is another game (and another gem) of your poetry. It is much more behind this words than one could see at the first glance. When you say:
    "All we want is peace..."
    it's so clear that most of people do, but it looks that always there is or there are somebody who do not think the same way. Cultural heritage and religions are mostly the man's worst enemy. Now, somebody probably would slap me for this statement. I would like to add something, its not my own words but I would like to use them wisely - We are all born naked.
    ~Sonja~


    • Night Hope gold member
      January 11
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      I agree, Sonja...& there are those who would just as soon shoot you for it, too. I learned years ago not to discuss religion or politics with anyone. Just as an example, you could have two Democrats & two Baptists in the same room together & they would STILL find something to argue about...& they would BOTH insist THEY were right. Man's folly is fighting within himself. There's an old saying that what we do not like about others is the very thing we fear within ourselves. There is a lot of truth to that, I think. We all have duality in our natures, like it or not. There is duality in ALL things. Light & dark, good & bad, day & night...it is essential for one that the other exists. Yes, we ARE all born naked. My late beloved used to say, "A shroud has no pockets." Nor does it have room for material things, such as money or weapons. We should be more concerned with prospering at a spiritual level, than at a material, physical one.
      Thank you for your wise words, my Friend.


  • catz Moderators member
    January 11

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    This is beautiful and carries such a meaningful message within its lines. Your hopes and prayers for peace are shared by millions even if they're not expressed as eloquently as in your poem.

    I especially love this stanza:

    "as the wind scatters
    sacred memories of silence
    beyond the reach
    of shadows' greedy grasp."

    You are indeed an amazing writer, one whose heart and soul is felt in each piece


    Dee

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