Mary Forrester


Through The Thorns - Poem by Mary Forrester

Through the thorns I see his face
A saviour and my eternal grace
Now from me
He has flown
The feathered nest we adorned
And still I wait, still I wait
Knowing that
I hear the knock upon my door
Ah, it must have been the wind once more
Another day, another night
I sit alone and still I wait.


Comments about Through The Thorns by Mary Forrester

  • Gold Star - 7,892 Points Khairul Ahsan (12/7/2013 10:44:00 AM)

    This is a wonderful poem.
    'And still I wait, still I wait
    Knowing that
    I hear the knock upon my door
    Ah, it must have been the wind once more'
    These lines touch my heart as I recite them. The thought of one bird patiently waiting, as if in perpetuity, for the other that jointly adorned the nest once but now has flown away to an unknown destination, brings kind of known feelings to my mind. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 55 Points John Brown (4/23/2013 5:43:00 AM)

    A nice poem Mary, that tugs at the heart strings. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,725 Points Dave Walker (3/25/2013 11:36:00 AM)

    A wonderful poem, really like it, a fantastic write. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,344 Points Valerie Dohren (3/25/2013 9:49:00 AM)

    Beautiful Mary - I said to my soul be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing, wait without love for love would be love of the wrong thing......... etc. (read T S Eliot for rest of quote) . (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 13, 2013


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