Waves of Destiny
I am in the process of writing something when this poem jumped out at me. I found that I had to put the other work aside to let this one find its way onto paper. It is somewhat self explanatory but some of the things that have influenced it are the events of the World around us. In this world of turmoil it is hard to have faith that things will get better. I have a certainty that they will be infinitly better, though maybe not while I am alive. In so many ways I find myself living in that future in my head while working hard to make things better for anyone that comes into my life.
We are constantly tested and challenged in our lives. It is overcoming these challenges that bring a sense of growth and that crucible of a test has allowed us to become one step further along on this journey of life and beyond. This painting, which hangs over my bed, is one my uncle painted. It is my favorite painting of all the paintings that I have seen in this world. In some ways, the poem is the story of this painting. Some see the ship sinking and some see it as I do, overcoming the storm.
We are constantly tested and challenged in our lives. It is overcoming these challenges that bring a sense of growth and that crucible of a test has allowed us to become one step further along on this journey of life and beyond. This painting, which hangs over my bed, is one my uncle painted. It is my favorite painting of all the paintings that I have seen in this world. In some ways, the poem is the story of this painting. Some see the ship sinking and some see it as I do, overcoming the storm.
WAVES OF DESTINY
Sailing upon the open sea
Heading for my destiny
Upon that heading did I track
When those who were with me away did tack
The heading with a certainty did lead
Into storms severe, my fears did feed.
With certitude I forged ahead
Knowing no rest, no bed
Buffeted from side to side
The bow submerged then riding high
Not knowing when or how I would die
But faith did carry me under dark sky
Feeling alone, riding the storm
Upon my soul its marks did adorn
Clearly did it come to be
These waves of tests my destiny
For these tribulations that come
A crucible for my soul to succumb
By and by as time went on
Others I spied returning anon
For in truth when the path is clear
‘Tis that path we all hold near
For through it we reach
The One we hold dear
-Shiidon, May 2008
Heading for my destiny
Upon that heading did I track
When those who were with me away did tack
The heading with a certainty did lead
Into storms severe, my fears did feed.
With certitude I forged ahead
Knowing no rest, no bed
Buffeted from side to side
The bow submerged then riding high
Not knowing when or how I would die
But faith did carry me under dark sky
Feeling alone, riding the storm
Upon my soul its marks did adorn
Clearly did it come to be
These waves of tests my destiny
For these tribulations that come
A crucible for my soul to succumb
By and by as time went on
Others I spied returning anon
For in truth when the path is clear
‘Tis that path we all hold near
For through it we reach
The One we hold dear
-Shiidon, May 2008
posted by Shiidon at 12:13 AM
1 Comments:
Indeed. . . Bravo! . . . seems your compass has always been set to the Almighty One, dear brother, ensuring one will find the best way out of of the storm. Scarred? Perhaps. More knowledgeable, keenly aware of our innate fragility, honouring the journey instead of the details of the storm? Hopefully!
What a poem, Shiidon. Your writing is superb.
Love from your sister, Aniela
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