The Chosen
Listening in stilled passageways,
my body all ears, my mind a pair of grasping hands.
For a heart pleading to be heard,
bequeathing grace through the darkened hours.
Crossing the difficult boundaries
between resistance and submission, she calls -
With knowledge from another world, afloat upon
the secret it harbors, cast upon waves unknown.
Symbols embrace her message,
caressing her insight with tender allure -
We share her love, sight unseen, taming our fear,
spoken within our blood and skin;
Colors breeze into our hearts and shed light
on the love we’ve raised from great depths -
Words spoken within the hot breath of spirit,
bringing us to the shores of home;
Among the folklore that abounds,
legends become truth and truth promises life -
Epiphanies that are like draping curtains,
pulling back to reveal the world of my dreams.
Justine Johnston Hemmestad is a mother of seven, grandmother
of one, currently earning her Master's Degree in English Literature. Her
novella called Truth be Told and novel called Visions of a Dream are
available at Amazon; she's also included in Chicken Soup for the
Soul, ''Recovering from Traumatic Brain Injuries."
Dear Justine,
ReplyDeleteYou wrote a poem which tickles the mind, very well written.
Best Wishes,
Inge
Thank you so very much!
DeleteDear Justine,
ReplyDeleteYou capture so much for the reader to ponder about in your poem. Thank you for allowing us to change format to accommodate you creative verse. Keep on writing and sharing your words--hopefully, more for Whispers.
Blessings,
Karen
Thank you so much!
Deletewow, this is beyond creative. love it
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing this work.
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