"We were born into this world with the gift of free will; how we choose to use our free will determines the course of our planet's destiny."
~ Donna J. Fennel - December 9, 2005 ~
MORTAL POSITION IN OPPOSITION® Original, spiritual, philosophical sonnet of poetic
Reflections from my home balcony by Donna J. Fennel.
Quilled on this 8th day of August, 2003 at 5:45 a.m.
Revised especially for thee and me on June 1, 2006.
Time when mind and body yearns to drift away ~
Merely an attempt to erase and replace this day.
Daring to dream and scheme in most mystic way ~
Following my rainbow radiating in prismic display.
Alas, there is a certain somewhere I wish to be ~
Wrapped in warmth, and from manacles set free.
Yet, all I possess is so profoundly here and now ~
For reality overrules what mind refuses to allow.
Above and beyond, in distance touched by Light ~
Unification of contemplation reveals what is right.
Mind is mesmerized in myriad of nebulous night ~
As mist transcends me towards vision of my plight.
Darkness draws near, nudging towards morrow ~
Shadowed specters sigh, as they sense my sorrow.
Somehow, perspective appears to me that maybe ~
I shall be stationed where the Lord wants me to be.
If I could find solace in such a starless sky tonight ~
Waning moon would swoon, no opalescence bright .
Where sun hidden is ridden of dismal dimness deep ~
Clouds would billow, while peace pillows me to sleep.
Beckons brink of early morn, when bees will swarm ~
‘Round waking wisps of oleander in meadow scene.
Sensuous scent, soft and white as a bowl of cream ~
As I pray I am captured and enraptured in a dream.
Summer tide arbor is adorned with immaculate ardor ~
While beyond our horizon, lilts lullaby of lethargic lark.
Sunlight sprays valleys and bays with rays ere bright ~
As cherubim choir in chanson, crooning God’s delight.
Orchard’s overture displays lilies and hyacinth ere fair ~
Filling cathedrals and vestibules with their essence rare.
Their intense incense ascends towards Lapis Lazuli skies ~
Nature’s offering to God, muffling man’s mournful cries.
As Jesus floods darkness with His light, doom drifts away ~
Angels bend low, in golden afterglow, lighting my way today.
Blossoms burgeoning from sod, towards palace of the Lord ~
From nature, whose nomenclature is born from His Holy Word.
Alas, I wither and dither throughout cycles, so like seasons ~
Of life, realizing these transitions are inexorably destined.
Spring sequesters blossoms, swaying in loyalist legions ~
While autumnal age turns gilded page, without question.
I shall survive my solitude, tho Satan wishes otherwise ~
For God has mission for me to do for others, this is true.
I sojourn through this life, knowing when day is through ~
That many morrows bring no sorrow, but Divine surprise.
Since I had moved my home to this hallowed Harmony sod ~
I gave my life to God, whom I sought when overwrought.
Since his Eminence knows all is blessed in land and sea ~
I believe the Lord has placed me where He wants me to be.
Alas, sometimes I get to thinking, while my labor I review ~
That I should strive for a higher place, with greater to do.
Yet I have drawn my conclusion, when envying is stilled ~
That the post God has given me is the one He wants filled.
I yearn to turn prejudiced planet around, one day at a time ~
Taking a stand to lend humble hand to those who suffer so.
For my heart is an open door to poor, whom I shant ignore ~
While compassion is my harbor to protect stormiest of souls.
O, my heart does bleed for those in need, and men of greed ~
Their sea of misery is nourished by souls that might perish
Unless they turn to the Lord, who will wield His holy sword ~
For protection and direction, as outcome of His resurrection.
Be gone now, decadence of darkness lurking, looming low ~
O’er my soul, for I have found salvation ‘midst murky hole.
The windowpane of life, tho now reflects such woeful face ~
Is merely illusion of intrusion, for I have found God’s grace.
So while my sonnet is ardently spun, during dreamy dawn ~
Upon my balcony overlooking this captivating hill and valley
With coffee in hand, I be blessed to witness this grand land ~
Waking with me, mysterious Harmony, in grandest of finale.
Please accept my daybreak gift to you. All of my original poetry is copyrighted.
Excerpted from my upcoming poetry and essays book, Borne From The Sands Of Time.
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Though apart, our spirits remain united
For our dreams are now well combined.
Embraced by the wonder of this season
Hosting the treasures of heart and mind.
~ Donna J. Fennel - December 19, 2005 ~
"The butterfly is my emissary. They are so very fragile, like life. When I see one, I am reminded of the shortness of life and how important it is to live wisely."
~ Virgil ~
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