Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Read What's New Join
Faith
Writers
Forum
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!




 
Poetry PLEASE ENCOURAGE
AUTHOR BY COMMENTING


  LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE   SEND A PRIVATE MESSAGE
  HIRE THIS WRITER
REPORT ARTICLE

 TRACK THIS AUTHOR ADD TO MY FAVORITES
corner
What's New
 
corner
 
I'm Fretful In The Garden
by William Mae
11/06/10
For Sale
Author requests article critique


  Mail
 





I ‘m Fretful in the Garden


I am fretful in the garden,
Thinks the rose now on display,
For I see my friends all leaving,
One by one they go away.
I see the mistress through the window,
The salvation for my soul,
Will she take me to her bosom,
Save me from the coming snow.

My cries to her seem silent,
I wave my petals in the air,
Keep me from my destined future,
Is my one and only prayer. 
As she’s walking through the garden,
She stands above me with a sigh,
I reach upward in the moment,
Giving out un-tempered cries.

Tender fingers grip my branches,
My thorns soften for her touch,
With a twist she saves me,
From the winters coming rush.
I feel the warmth of her bosom,
My fragrance fills her nostrils there,
Her lips gently kiss my petals,
Savoring long the kiss we share.

All the others in the garden,
With jealous eyes watch me leave,
Their destiny is coming,
They feel it in each passing breeze.
My life’s prolonged with water,
In a vase I stand up straight,
No more dew will find my petals,
For me death will have to wait.

The snow is falling I can see,
The winter’s gift it freely gives,
No ones left within the garden,
Where so many use to live.
I watch the mistress comb her hair,
Humming soft her tunes,
Her beauty dominating,
Every corner of this room.

I look past her to the mirror,
I am shocked by what I found,
My reflection so revolting,
Withered old and turning brown.
Here as soft as our first meeting,
I was lifted with a sigh,
Seeking fragrance now diminished,
From my petals that have died.

Then without one ounce of mercy,
Or a tether of regret,
Dropped me back into the garden,
Just to wait upon my death.
There the chilling winds of winter,
Instantly began to grind,
As powdered chaff for blowing,
One petal at a time. 


PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR, LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
Read more articles by William Mae or search for other articles by topic below.




Read more by clicking on a link:
Free Reprints
Main Site Articles
Most Read Articles
Highly Acclaimed Challenge Articles.
New Release Christian Books for Free for a Simple Review.

God is Not Against You - He Came on an All Out Rescue Mission to Save You


...in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself, not counting their trespasses against them... 2 Cor 5:19

Therefore, my friends, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you. Acts 13:38

LEARN & TRUST JESUS HERE

The opinions expressed by authors do not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
 
corner
Corner
This article has been read 397 times     < Previous | Next >


Member Comments
Member Date
Julie Pisacane 07 Nov 2010
Elegant,brilliant and very creative . Enjoyed every word, William. I felt the toss of the discarded rose back into the garden... the sorrow of the chain of events. Love and blessings sent your way .




TRUST JESUS TODAY











Free Audio Bible
500 Plus Languages
Faith Comes By Hearing.com