Poem – The Winter of my Soul
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Poem – The Winter of My Soul
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The Winter of my soul is here.
My heart is frosted o’er with fear
Of regrets regarding yesteryear.
If the pains were only less.
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I close my eyes to wish away
Some thoughts that scream to stay and stay
And possess my life, and confuse my days.
If only there was gentleness.
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Pain jumps up to lunge at me.
An ignorant fool too blind to see
Some passions bound will others free
My spirit in its wilderness.
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Hope obscured and betrayed by grief
Once was trust, gave no relief.
My ship at sea has rammed the reef
Of despair in all its singleness.
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The lights turn dark and reason lies
As ideals fail and slowly die.
Tears rise up and I cry out why.
The lonely injured weep alone.
Heaven Awaits 
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Poem - The Winter of My Soul « Heaven Awaits said this on January 17, 2009 at 6:17 pm |
wow did you wrote this yourself, that’s a good poem.
i also wrote a poem similar to this one, here it is for you and your readers.
Winter is on the Inside
Thick is the wall of ice
that grows around her heart.
Thicker and thicker it becomes,
Harder to break apart.
She is not loved;
Not loved by anyone.
She is sad, alone.
She has been outcast by those she
once loved.
Warm are but the tears
that flow from her eyes,
gently washing down her face.
They fall in her heart.
As they meet unhappiness,
they too are frozen.
And thicker grows the solitude.
The tears, they fall,
Fall for someone;
Someone who melted the ice
and built it up again.
She cannot love.
There is no one
Who wants to share it;
Yet there is plenty to give.
The bandages cover the wounds
But they are deep.
They will not heal
But they will scar.
On the outside there is a warmth
Of a gentle glow, the mask
Of a smile, which hides
A pain, so deep
A hurt that would tear apart
The soul.
The grief she has is infinite.
No one understands.
For her, there is only one
Who can melt that heart
So cold.
by julie mills god bless and keep up the good work!
Thanks Julie
Maybe we should start a poet’s corner….. were you writing about me, or just grief in general?
Wow. What an awesome poem!!
Thank you Sarrah, for your kind words. God bless you.
A lovely poem about winter angst, thanks for sharing. Please find time to read one of my poems on winter on my blog Rain-Chimes, http://drsmitasriwas280.wordpress.com/2013/12/19/winter-is-an-unraveled-secret-poetry/
Beautiful words.
thank you peter. It was written 30 years ago,.
sometimes I look back, and realize I still feel the same way at times.
Hi Marianne. What a lovely meaningful poem! Thirty years ago? It feels fresh for today.
Yes. Challenges in life come at all ages
Beautiful and so painful. I know my own winter of my soul right now.
That is beautiful
Perfect, and exactly what I feel.
I looked up the phrase “The Winter of My Soul” and found your poem. How funny that you wrote it 30 years ago, about the same time that my “Winter” had begun. I had hidden it these many years under lights and words and smiles, but the season has come to let it’s chill winds find my farthest edges.
wittie
let this season cleanse you of your sorrows….and let yourself heal….it is time to finalize all issues, and let your soul be free….there is a place called heaven, and you will find springtime there.
without the injury you would be a less sensitive person….but now your tender heart has God’s attention. serve others with your compassion, and your reward will be waiting for you in heaven
Putting my sorrow into verse helps me. Here is a poem I wrote after my dear bed-ridden hubby went to sleep (Parkinson’s Disease). Possibly, because of the ravages of COVID-19, these words may also bring comfort to a reader here. This is my prayerful hope.
EBRAICO FOR MY BELOVED
DEATH, decades we robbed you of your prey.
But, you are “The Master Thief!”
Early on a Sabbath morn
You stole his breath away.
Left me weeping ponds of grief.
Silent, you were near all that time.
As only stealth killers can be.
Gone his walk, his eyes, his mind
Oh DEATH! You were not kind.
Taking him blindsiding me!
LIFE, most profound letters of four.
It is what most fight to keep.
His pain grew worse and health poor.
LIFE? He still wanted MORE!
But DEATH came and gave him sleep.
~~~Words written after husband’s death on Sabbath during
Succoth, The Feast of Tabernacles October 27, 2018. He awaits
resurrection and restoration when Yahshua the Messiah returns.
HalleluYah! Hebrew: “Praise ye Yah!”
SHALOM!
Title should just read “For My Beloved.”
jayna
your poem is deeply touching.
grief over the death off a loved one is one of the greatest pains that can be felt.
may Yahweh continue bless you with His comfort and presence.
Thank You Marianne. My grief is softened by the fact that we both believed the same. That at death we sleep until one of two resurrections. This in itself is comforting to me.
ETERNAL LIFE BLESSINGS FOR YAHWEH’S SAINTS!
Marianne. I was inspired by the great poem by Emily Dickenson: “Because I Could Not Stop For Death.” It seems good to give IT a name.
Amen