The Sun smiles on the rising dew
That turns to mist as Joe walks through.
Dreams do not come realized.
Mary waits with patient eyes
And trusts in what they’ve done.
When they knew the monsters won,
When terrors came to own their town,
When death appeared to take them down
They walked obeying mother’s call.
Let mountains from the heavens fall.
The final light is what they’ll find
Forgiving all they’ve left behind.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn hosts with the theme of narrative poetry. I hope this poem is narrative enough. This is also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Morning Fog”, above, “Misty Sunrise”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
This reminds me of an old ballad. Nicely done. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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Is this a take on the story of Joseph and Mary? I like how you’ve framed it, Frank – hardship with a forgiving ending.
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I was thinking of them. I am glad you noticed. Thank you, V.J.!
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Your welcome, Frank. Nicely done.
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Beautiful Frank and the photos really bring out your poem.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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I loved this!
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Thank you, Christine!
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a direct understanding of the fears a couple face when faced with adversity, trusting their own judgement and prompting – a story within a story
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Yes, the truth let them move on. Thank you, Gina!
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A wonderful narrative, whatever the influence!
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Thank you, Peter!
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Good job, Frank – beautiful words and images.
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Thank you, Dan!
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I agree, Dan! So glad that Frank contributes to my forgiving blog. It adds so much beauty.
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I love the final two lines and “Misty Sunrise” illustrates the meaning perfectly. Well done, Frank.
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Thank you, Amaya!
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SMiLes Frank For Some Folks See
Tears in Sunrise of Soul and others
Fall Below the Mist and get Lost as
Millstones in ‘the Lake’..
i am so
Happy
tHere
Is A Politics
of Dancing
Singing Free As Love..:)
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I like you idea of the politics of dancing. Thank you, Fred!
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Thanks.. Frank
Cost Free it is.:)
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This works so well especially since you have used the name of Joseph and Mary, which makes me think of a story we all know… saved by their knowledge we know what happened then
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I just had to hint at that story. Thank you, Bjorn!
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This is beautiful. It reads as a release and a relief. Like the rhyming and tempo too.
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Thank you, Barry!
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Pretty picture.
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Thank you, Brendan!
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The “final light forgiving all” leaves us with hope for the future. Well done.
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Thank you, Beverly!
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Love the way this was written, and like the ending, hope is shown in the light of the photos.
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Thank you, Sara!
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Wow! Beautiful photos!
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Thank you, Terre!
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Through DArk and LiGht
ThE FACt We BREaTHE
Is Miracle
Enough for me
So i DancE and
SinG NoW
MaKinG
A
Rest
oF
Mystery Light..:)
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It is good to experience miracle enough. Thank you, Fred!
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Thanks to
You too
Frank
With
SMiLes..:)
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Frank, what a beautiful poem. It illustrates the walk of life that each of us takes, forgiving all, and entering into the Light that truly was always present. As I read it, I experienced a hug from Mother Mary throughout each phase. I don’t know how you did this! 🙂 Thank you for your contribution. Will share it tomorrow!
Love, Debbie
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It is the walk we all take. I am glad you felt that hug from Mother Mary. And I’m glad you liked this. Thank you, Debbie!
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