Brenda Warman


A Poem For Bliss - Poem by Brenda Warman

Bliss, such a simple, formless creature,
Waiting to be emancipated from it's self-imposed shackles,
One fears its entrance because once it arrives,
There becomes no life without it's radiant presence.
It can find you in the most unlikely of places,
In depths of pain and sorrow comes an intangible force,
Lifting, guiding, re-energizing, providing a temple of safety,
A knowledge profound,
That you are never truly lost, thought you may wonder aimlessly,
Through this life and the next,
Knowing not what you seek nor what may await,
That the here and now is brilliant,
A miracle that one can see, hear, taste and feel,
That the birds soar overhead, unperturbed,
Attending to their duties, unrestrained and majestic,
That the wine caresses the taste buds,
Tangy and effervescent,
That the bark of the weeping willow is rough and solid,
A testimony to age itself.
You, too are an essential part of this nature, this flow of energy,
You contain the capability to create,
To take that which is mere fantasy,
And give form to what you desire.
Do not write yourself off as sub-ordinate, sub-standard,
At the whim of the will of others, or the hands of fate,
That supposedly dictate a life,
Find the bliss within, it is not so far-fetched, so abstract,
Free yourself from the bonds of slavery,
That come not only in ropes and cuffs,
But in thoughts of the mind, and actions regretted,
Allow yourself to fly with the eagles, to run and jump with the stallions,
Dare to reach out your wavering hands,
And you will find that bliss will befriend you, once again.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 21, 2011


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