Poetry in Motion
Poetry is beautiful in so many different ways.
To the reader it can play like music to the ear,
how it trills and sways,
the flow and pitch,
the harmony and repetition,
the increase in volume at times,
and the soft whispers of rest in between.
It speaks on so many levels.
When a writer pens a poem, he is writing from the heart.
He knows how to take us on a journey we may not have thought was possible.
It is in creating, where we can begin to put into order,
the chaos we can do nothing to fix.
It is the little piece of Creator that lives in every one of us.
The promise from the lover of our soul,
that He has even more to give,
and He loves us more than we can imagine.
Just think of the hope for the future He has planned!
As many writers find inspiration from the hardships and heartaches
that leaves humanity wondering what to do, they all weave a common thread.
Only in the hardest of times, can appreciation be found in small things, when we choose to look for it.
The storms of life can bring gentle flowers of goodness, when the soil is fertile.
I enjoy poetry.
Another one of my favorite authors is Robert Frost.
Robert Frost was not a stranger to the hard things in life.
He knew the grief and pain of losing multiple children,
the challenges of country life,
the difficulties and trouble that war brings,
and the sorrow of becoming a widower.
In putting his thoughts on paper, he was able to work through his hardships.
His poem has one of the most referenced,
but unfortunately, misinterpreted lines of history's greatest literary moments.
The title isn't, as some believe it to be "The Road Less Traveled" -
but rather "The Road Not Taken".
We usually assume the poem is talking about two roads,
one is well used and the other is sort of neglected.
But read the poem again, and you will see both roads are equally traveled.
They are "worn the same."
We also assume "the road less traveled, that has made all the difference"
was a pleasant choice that he looks back on,
and is glad that he chose.
But he tells us with a sigh about the "roads diverged in a wood",
he states that he intended on going back to the first choice,
but doubted it would happen.
Instead of a fond recollection of where he has been in life,
it is more of a sad longing of what might have been.
Oh, the things we see when we choose not to see.
This poem can be an example of how we see God's work in our lives.
We can not see where He is going, so we make up our own rules of what we think He is doing.
When we end up on a path we certainly didn't choose,
we think we know better what our path should look like.
We become discontent with where we are.
Pain, or grief, depression or illness, might be the road less traveled,
on which you are well acquainted.
It may or may not be a road you can ever leave.
Some of us are like the story of two blind men describing two different ends of an elephant.
They can't understand what the other is talking about
because they aren't experiencing the exact same thing,
even though they are talking about the very same elephant.
My journey may, or may not, look like yours, and it will take me down different paths than you must go. Yet all of us must answer one question -
What are you going to do with the road on which you travel?
Proverbs 2:1-6 is wonderful poetry and teaches us to ask our Creator for help in finding our way.
"My child, if you take my words to heart, if you set store by my commandments,
tuning your ear to wisdom, tuning your heart to understanding,
yes, if your plea is for clear perception, if you cry out for understanding,
if you look for it as though for silver, search for it as though for buried treasure,
then you will understand what the fear of the Lord is, and discover the knowledge of God.
For the Lord himself is giver of wisdom, from his mouth issue knowledge and understanding."
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by: Sue Leerhoff
Brick by Brick
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