Poetry Tuesday

Fate

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I love poetry. Whether in a poem or a song, I love lyrics. I have been posting either poems I love, or my own poems on Tuesdays, so I am making it official!

Poetry Tuesdays on My Sound Mind. This week I am featuring a poem that my daughter wrote for a school assignment. Her teacher, (that’s me) loved it and gave her an A+

I love it’s flow and the message is profound. Enjoy!

Fate

Death, pain, suffering,
Fire, brimstone, darkness,
Endless hours, endless days,
This is our cage, this is our fate.

Sin, curses, strongholds,
Demons, monsters, beasts
These are our chains, this is our fate.

Mercy, love, forgiveness,
Holiness, glory, light,
Endless worship, endless praise,
This is our haven, this is our fate.

Repentance, blessings, prayer
Angels, saints, shepherds,
These are our wings, this is our fate.

Salvation from a savior,
Temptations from a captor
This is no longer our fate,
This is our choice.

Created by God, Cultivated by Matthew Jacobsen, Written by Emily A. Jacobsen.

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The Road Not Taken

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The Road Not Taken has always been one of my favorite poems. I have often thought about the roads we choose in life and how we can never go back and choose the other. Life is truly a journey.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Our Deepest Fear

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One of my favorite poems.

Our Deepest Fear
By Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.

And, as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others