A NEW BEGINNING BECKONS®
Original, inspirational, philosophical and honorary poetry brought to you with love by Donna J. Fennel.
This is a detail of our new, spiritual Harmony homeland.
Quilled atop my beautiful dome home balcony on May 10, 2004 ~ more of my spirituality to explore.
Revised with tenderness and pride, especially with you in mind, on October 2, 2006.
On this dew-kissed morn, I start life anew for good ~
I am diligent, determined, dogged, and destined to find
A virtuous value of worldly wisdom and womanhood ~
Pray I that do not sojourn this life alone as tho blind.
Today I am blessed and bountiful in happiness and hope ~
While my mind wanders and wavers wayward, taking flight
Towards a purveyed perspective within my mortal scope ~
Irresolute to forge a new life, brimming with love and light.
Etched in this ancient stone is no error in my life’s plan ~
For as a pawn of time, allowed not am I here now to lose
And win, yet honestly and humbly I do the best that I can ~
As my fresh start I impart, beckoning that I rightly choose.
O’er life’s perilous paths, I shant consternate or hate to find ~
Those abysmal depths into which I frequently fall nearly flat.
Yet somehow ascend above, to overcome and cast behind ~
My fallacious fears and tears, as obvious outcome from that.
Akin to me, discover your mission throughout autumnal age ~
To know all that you can so capably aspire toward in your life.
And then questfully quill from your heart upon history's page ~
The virtuous, victorious Valkyrie valor of your day-to-day strife.
For life becomes an evocative era of undulating ebbs and tides ~
While every man battles you to cross this shore and plain to win.
So that he can hoist his heroic flag that dragged in colorific glide ~
To proudly display his frenetic foray and where in life he has been.
Towards conscience I venture now, approaching in calmest of mood ~
Finding my soul each morn anew, savoring and flavoring psychic food.
This is the way that we, as mortals, can become great and venerate ~
Those who smile all the while with sterling style. Why curse your fate?
Here I embrace nature’s and Newton’s laws, learning to perfect flaws.
My mercenary mission for world peace shant cease, for it is worthy cause.
Casting all burden of chains; allowing God to harbor my sorrow and pain.
For His Love spawned from time sustains, unveiling divine mercy to gain.
Enter now towards dawn’s deified wake, while I embroider my emotions ~
Impeccably woven with my wistful worddom and wonderland of mirth.
Bathed in an amber glow by God’s sensuous show, I pen my devotion ~
To mesmerizing, melodious metronome lullabies for this marvel of Earth.
Beckons now the heaven of Harmony’s horizon, harboring hope that abounds ~
And surrounds with melodious sounds of wilderness upon this mountain crown.
All cares, prayers and boulder chairs in this lair, 'mongst flora and fauna fair ~
'Tis our divine call to be brethren with waterfall, and creatures great and small.
©2004-09 Donna J. Fennel, Owner of Donnadreamland. All rights reserved®.
"While spirits and hearts we mend through the
compassion, empathy, love and respect we
lend, know that His angels God will send.
~ Donna J. Fennel - December 27, 2005 ~
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