Gray Hairs Of Wisdom Poem by JenOfPoetry METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING

Growing in wisdom
Another gray hair added to the many others…
Too much attention was put into an Idea…

Thought this man was the one sent from above…Gods loving care…

No one is perfect…right and wrong are knowledgeable…
Wrong has come in and demise the quality of the right…
Doubts and speculations of the supposed love
Part of the soul decided to leave without warning…

Growing in wisdom
Another gray hair added to the many others…
Too much attention was given to a man

Already knew not to put trust in man…

He became comfortable with the affirmations…
No longer was the title "Best Friend" spoken of…
No longer the title of "My love" "My baby" planted in my ear…
Someone else holds the Title Leftovers…
What went wrong… out of the blue things changed
No explanation as to why…no introduction… Just change…the heart crusher
In the midst of giving and loving…deceit and lies were growing

Growing in wisdom
Another gray hair added to the many others…
Too much attention was placed in the wrong desire

There must have been warning signs but was too blinded to see

Became Vain in Love
Loving to depths of the sea for this man became vanity…
Vanity in such that believing nothing could pull us apart…we would be forever
Vanity in such a way…the errors of loving was not visible

Growing in wisdom
Another gray hair added to the many others
My attention never left from my Father…it dimmed
One who loves me more than I love myself…

My Father said there was a time to for everything
Always had trust, love and faith in my Father…
Always knew he would never forsake me and leave in the dark…
I stopped leaning on him for understanding and insight…
If my attention stayed with My Father… the Idea and desire of a man loving me
the same…would not be so far-fetched…


My Father knows the condition of my heart…He knew me before birth…
Weeding the garden of devotion of the chokers of love…
My Fathers way of helping me to use discernment…
To recognize what is and is not acceptable…
To always know I am worth more than what is presented to me.

Always at war with Hate…
No matter how hard Hate tries to form in the bellows of my being…
My love will destroy every seed that is planted.

Growing in wisdom
Another gray hair added to the many others

All Things are not what they appear to be…
The trials in life teach us how to forgive and love one another…
It hurts in ways unimaginable…
Hurt is the indication that it is possible to have, can and always love…

Love is the creation of Wisdom and Discernment… The perfect bond of union…

"Many waters themselves are not able to extinguish love nor can rivers
themselves wash it away, if a man would give all the valuable things of his
house for love, persons would positively despise them" The Song of Solomon 8: 6


Jen of Poetry (Copyright July 13,2011)