Pain's Necessity
An Echo Poem by Lora Colon and Brian Johnston
Pieces Of Yesterday
I found pieces of yesterday
I kept hidden in a special place,
Little things I wanted to remember,
But things I now find hard to face
Memories of a special love.....
Just one man who filled my life with awe,
Withered flowers, in full bloom yesterday,
A bouquet from which I still draw
Just the two of us sharing dreams,
He promised me a new tomorrow,
He bears no blame for what was delivered.....
A new day filled with old sorrow
Missing pieces of yesterday,
Leaving the story so incomplete,
A man and a woman, looking for love,
Interrupted by fate's deceit
Damn the fate that tore us apart,
Cursed fiend, deserving retribution,
In the complexities of my fury
I thought I found a solution....
I sent my memories back to fate,
It took all else.... why leave misery?
But late last night, the lot returned, unclaimed....
It read 'Refused Delivery'
Lora Colon
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The Best-Laid Schemes O' Mice And Men...
Those pieces of yesterday covered with slime
Are part of the future too, love that's sublime,
For those withered flowers on which you still draw,
Are seeds for tomorrow, not stones in Death's maw.
All dreams are potential, not cast in cement,
Christ's death not the victor though God's veil was rent,
The tomb that was empty, the thorns of Christ's crown,
No wise man could fathom, or God's wisdom drown.
Despair of man's promises but if you're wise,
Still look to the future with hope in your eyes,
The story that you've judged is not worth the tell
Might still have denouement that fate cannot quell!
The future you salvage by cursing your fate
Is your plan, not God's, which you might contemplate,
Christ's pain on the cross though defeat in your mind
Ensuring your future, a Love more than kind!
The stone which man's wisdom rejected becomes,
The bearer of our life's most favored outcomes,
And pain which most men still consider untoward,
In retrospect key to our final reward.
Brian Johnston
All dreams are potential, not cast in cement, Christ's death not the victor though God's veil was rent, Very nicely presented God poem beautiful and heart touching really. Each word speaks truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another well written echo poem from the 'echo poet' and am tempted to say that this is the magnum opus of all your echo poems. Dealing with very critical issues of life, you have eloquently captured them and each stanza refreshes the mind just as bathing refreshes the body. Indeed, many of the woes in our lives are our own inventions. God has different plans for our lives only we are too blind to see and realize this reality. All we need is to have hope in him and he will do the rest. Great thought!