"broodings" poems
When something bad
happens you have
choices, you can either
let it define you or
you can let it destroy
you or you can you
let it strengthen you
but know that stars
can't shine without
darkness,so if at first
you don't succeed,
destroy all evidence
that you tried and
cleanse your mind of
anxieties and
broodings and forgive
yourself for your
transgressions and see
the beauty that surrounds
you and listen to all of
the joyous sounds of
your world and always
be aware of the marvels
in your life now and not
when you are in the
depths of despair.
Dance like no one is
watching,
Love like you've
never been hurt,
Sing like no one's
listening
Live like heaven is
on earth and be kind,
for everyone you meet
is fighting a hard battle
and every day may not
be good but there is
something good in every
day.
Jon York 2016
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
After the long meaningless hysterics
And lengthy broodings on the historics
What once fought for its life now yields with less bitterness
What once thought it was on its own, now asks for help
So, on the river bank she sits, eyes closed
Shaking terribly, for love, for thorns
Indeed, a hundred thousand thorns she carries
Thank God, indeed, for the Comforter's Song
*Whatever trembles in fear
Surrender them to me
The holy bath of the eternal is fire
And out of my gentle fire is your light freed*
*Your vision as yet is faint and weak
So hold my hand, and ask me for the way
I can never tire of you, and I can never tire of your asking*
*Your feet are weary from your long pointless travels
So let me carry you, and together we'll extend miracles
And leap through space and time*
*Your heart is in pain from the thorns you keep
Let me take your precious thorns
So you may see light dancing all around you
As I do*
*Whatever trembles in fear
Leave not one unsurrendered
You need them not
And love you truly need.*
**Never will I leave you;
Never will I forsake you.**
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC