Broad-winged hawks cartwheel and dive 'til caught
by chosen mate. They spiral down, a hymn,
it seems, whistles upon mountain air; God
and prayer shimmer and shine. No clouds dim
their joy. I stand beneath mighty wing's shade
for a brief flutter and feel blessed. There goes
spirits free of guilt, of burden. Glazed
with honesty and true righteousness; flaws
not apparent at this distance. 'Tis lies
I've lived - that one will sink like heavy stones
in disrepair if unwilling to dye
one's soul to conform to tenor and tone
of what others think. Hence forth, I'll stretch 'n yawn;
greet each day with courage, no longer a pawn.
by Margaret Bednar, June 1, 2015
Of course, humans are more than just instinct, or so I believe. And as a Catholic have had my share of guilt... but as a Christian, I believe once forgiven we need to let "it" go. Soar in blessed grace and to follow what we know of truth... which is a life long journey - one full of many voices - and a true challenge to listen to very few of them :)
I've taken quiet a poetic break - just busy with family and life - but I have missed my blogging friends and those who partake of the many awesome challenges of the "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads".
And I'm swooping back in with quite a difficult challenge - a "Bout-Rimes" (which is French and means rhymed ends). The ending words are pre-selected. We have been given leeway to use homophones or slant rhymes to the original list and I did accept that offer. The original order and words are:
caught, him, got, dim, shade, goes, glade, flows, lies, stone, dies, tone, lawn, gone.
I tried to "resemble" a sonnet in style - but played loosely with word count and iambs a bit... Hey, I'm a bit rusty.
Flip on over and see the wonderful efforts of fellow poets: "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Challenge Bout-Rimes"