Not so oft I was wandering
through the forest of the dusty soul
the air was odd, I hope i stay whole
I hear behind my ears a man's whispering
I stopped, was eager to know
who he was and why he was wandering too?
I turned carefully, but no one to see
strange occurrences are happening here
wished I could flee as most rapid as possible
I did not succeed, I was strangled by a seed
the tiniest seed....a SEED? !
or was it just a weed?
I could not move, forward or backward
all of a sudden I saw my backyard
WHAT? ! My own backyard here in the dark forest?
The faithful yard heard my shouts and came to rescue me
from deepest within i knew that that was the Lord
He spoke unto me Sylvia, that seed I gave to you
when your beloved mum asked you to become an evangelist
I sent you perpetually blessings, so do not neglect your promise
use that seed constantly filled with praises
then evil would not step into it and use that as its hiding place
you know that I am always near you as your Grace....
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Tuesday - 24 October 2018-
@ 11.38 hrs. A.M. West-European Time
Dear Sylvia.. you give us pleasure of the loving life unasked..arm us with the knowledge that there things lie in the depths in the dark forest which are able to give more delight that the rays of light give in the night..bravo Sylvia for your prominent noble feelings- -I learn from you
the seed of faith growth into the tree of virtue as it is true with you Sylvia.. the difference between the creature and the creator is that the first one gives conditionally but the second unconditionally...excavate as our Arabic American wise poet (Gibran Khalil) wrote: it is good to give when you are asked, better yet is to give unasked..
More than the title, it was the beginning of the poem that made me read on: Not so oft I was wandering through the forest of the dusty soul... No doubt a lovely poem.
I am very happy that you drop in at my poem site since you are attracted by the beginning of the poem. I am a very lucky person because you start to read my poem. Thank you so much for your excellent comment.
This is an Excellent poem of course. In the forest of dusty soul the air seems to be very strange. You hear the whisper of a man behind ears, although you do not roam often. The smallest seed is amazing seed which has greater speed. A brilliant and deeply philosophical poem is excellently penned. Thank you for sharing this...10
So happy to meet you again now. I am very grateful to you, since this poem is a God given poem supported by my Mum before she died. I am touched by your captivating remarks. You are most welcome, dear Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir. Thank you for the precious 10. God Blesses.
I was strangled by a seed the tiniest seed....a SEED? ! or was it just a weed? //// a seed a seed sprouts it's flight on the vast chest of the earth a seed that is yes; like the times old origin species the seed is now whirls around me branches and leaves gripe me here I'm for the seed its eternity stains now it's a tree this seed no poetry
Thank you so much, dear MAHTAB, indeed this seed no poetry, but God's Blessings for me. Your comments are valuable and myriad thanks. God's Blessings in Abundance for you.
from deepest within i knew that that was the Lord He spoke unto me Sylvia, that seed I gave to you when your beloved mum asked you to become an evangelist I sent you perpetually blessings, so do not neglect your promise... very fine portrayal of the Lord's call. i loved this poem. the little seed and the dark forest and the voice of God. wonderful. tony
Thank you so much Dr. Tony, I feel flattered by all the amazing compliments you worded here to me. I am happiest and I am thankful to God that I have met you on PH and you love the Lord too. I feel me blessed to know a person like you, such a close connection with the Lord. Thank YOU!