Hardships … Daily Wisdom Words Challenge

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Heavenly Hope

Life is meant to reach us
Divinity tries to teach us
The lessons we must learn
So we don’t crash and burn
When hardships come knocking at our doors
We must learn from them and so much more
The path to heaven is long, but never wrong!

Deborah A. Bowman

 

Winter Wonderland…

Snow nestled in silent hills

Silence in the frozen chill

Awake to the dawn of a wonderland

Beneath a sky painted by nature’s hand

Your whispered breath on the window pane

Mist of tears in your eyes gain

Momentum, then fall in heaves and sighs

You want to share the heightened emotion

But all that you see is your  own devotion

He would have loved the snow

For he had no where to go

Now he dwells at heaven’s door

Asking nothing, feeling the cold no more

Deborah A. Bowman

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@DailyWisdomWords poetry challenge…Resolution

My resolution this year is steeped in sadness

I want to return to the living in gladness

I want the pain and tears of rain to lessen

I don’t want to do any more second guessing

Reaching beyond the veil to touch your love

Is not the way to express what you dream of

Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

Angel
Angels dwell among us!

From my window…

All I see are brick walls enclosing me

Suffocating, restricting, imprisoning me

But on magical, misty nights

When the moon is bright

They fade away and disappear

Revealing wondrous new worlds near

And as such, I reach out and touch Divinity…

Deborah A. Bowman

 

The Book…

simple book
So much more than blank pages!

Open the page

Let in the light

Let yourself gaze

At all that is bright

The wisdom within

The happiness it brings

All the places we have been

Fit for Queens and Kings

A book is magic

On every page

Harmony and wit

Divine, wondrous, sage…

Deborah A. Bowman, bowmanauthor

Historical Questions

The Past and How It Affects the Future

Gone are the days of history…

by Deborah A. Bowman

Gone are the days of yesteryear.
Gone are smiles, miles, tears and fears.
We of the present can learn from history.
Those of the future will fulfill our destiny.
The past comes alive as sins and wins are repeated.
Triumphs are heralded; Foes are defeated.
If only we could stop the challenges.
If only we could heighten the balances.
It makes me wonder as I ponder,
If all on earth have wandered
These paths before in yesteryear
And have returned with our hopes and fears.
History repeats itself,
But we remain ourselves
Through thick and thin, but in different skins.
Reacting the same way as we begin
Lifetimes in new bodies, when we are given
A chance to redeem our numerous sins
Or spread truth and love, strong and sage,
As we enter life in a future age.
Will I live again
Or is this the end?

The poetry goes on… We will never die…

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The power of the quill never dies

We worry the quill will dry out

The inkpot break or crumble to dust

We fidget, grumble, fear, shout!

But hush, hush; don’t rush…

Stand still, inhale the rich, warm fumes

That fill the air and allow words to bloom

Do not panic too soon

The poetry will sigh

We will never die.

Deborah A. Bowman