Poetry

poetry is the art of releasing in a breath
what could not be dislodged by the gale

in this way some may realize moments
in which they've striven all their lives

and thereby find kindred hearth
round to warm amid bitter storm

the poet is not the more wise
the poet is merely the path blazed
that others have prior trod

~SS~ © November 01, 2011

Thursday, February 9, 2012

To Love

To love is to hold oneself vulnerable to the wound
with abandon hope pursues it,                                       
in passion faith embraces it,
and in surrender grace brings peace and                                       
becomes our advocate                                          
throughout, love sows understanding
and grows closer through this covenant                
therefore, although it feigns destruction, be not rueful of the wound
because the enemy of the wounded heart is the one proud
and vanity its true prison
love lay not supine
nor can it be a thing beset
or contained anymore than warrior prayers               
borne through death to storm the gates of Hades
but only seized in cession
and in the full measure of ITS time
is known
love
can not be learned until known
can not be gained until given
and will only overcome in surrender



Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 4, 2010

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