Stumbling among the Trees



Was I old enough too understand the reasons,
why God unfurled a myriad of seasons ?
An empty space--a relic--of years gone by,
let loose within my soul a youngster's sigh.

The shallowness that claimed my heart's corruption,
was old and torn like crumbled leaves' destruction;
For through the lens of youth I viewed the wasteland,
and carved the ravaged pathway to the heartland.

Stumbling and tumbling among crisp evergreens,
searching for answers to questions now foreseen;
In images of light which floundered and faded,
while still holding onto flowers--ripped and jaded.

But then a rainstorm gathered with its power,
in a blast of wild winds with blinding showers;
My road ahead seemed doomed too be obscure,
as I wandered through the trees toward Heaven's door.

And there I found the ultimate place of peace,
like a lantern in the darkened night's release;
Where trees of every shape and size grew tall,
and enchantment ruled the day for one and all.

About this poem

A very personal account of losing one's way then finding it through the fields of Nature and the beauty of the heavens. A truly spiritual journey ! Fran Mcclelland

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Written on February 20, 2020

Submitted by fran_c on March 20, 2023

Modified by fran_c on March 20, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AABB CCDD XXEE XXXX FFGG
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 958
Words 183
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Frances McClelland

Born and raised in Trenton NJ, a graduate of the College of NJ, majoring in English and Spanish. One of 7 siblings, married in 1983, spent 10 years as a Social Worker for Mercer County. I love to write, and enjoy reading others' works ! more…

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