The Little Sparrow’s Melody

Written In Response To:

V.J. Weekly Challenge #62: Child/Childhood –  Ponder what it means to be a child.

A Chipping Sparrow in Sunset Light

A child of darkness

a child of light

a child of weakness

a child of might


A child of weeping

a child of laughter

a child of dreaming

a child of slaughter


A child of love and hate

both became this child’s fate

the warring within raged

a tender sparrow’s imprisoned cage


One day an Angel came

opened the cage to set her free

this sparrow’s life was never the same

she was free to fly, free to breathe


War turned to peace clarity beckoned

finally she was able to sing her song

through Wisdom she now reckoned

it was to Love she knew she belong


Blessed is this precious sparrow

who has known darkness’s tragedy

for the dawn of every new tomorrow

hope has become her soul’s melody.

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Blessed By Sorrows

MLMM Tale Weaver  – #217 – Pensive – April 4, 2019

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 4 – sad.

The Haunted Wordsmith Opposites Attract Challenge April 4, 2019

For this challenge, I provide one word and a list of its antonyms. The challenge is to use the prompt word AND one (or more) of its antonyms in some form of writing (or creative work). 

Today’s word: fortunate

Antonyms: hapless, ill-fated, ill-starred, luckless, star-crossed, unfortunate, unhappy, unlucky.

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I have had many sorrows and sad times

In my numerous years of living on the earth

as I sit in pensive stillness and recollect

I realized I used to see my life as

unfortunate and an ill-fated waste

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But now through Grace healed eyes

I can see that I am fortunate to have known

so much darkness, defilement, abuse and

the other experiences that broke me down

to the deepest part of the valley depths

where death inspired me to call out to

the Light of Life that raised me up and…

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Bestowed upon me…

a crown of beauty for my ashes

the oil of joy for my mourning

a garment of praise for my spirit of despair

to be a planted oak of righteousness

for the display of His splendor…

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Yes, I am fortunate to have been

blessed by many sorrows and sad times.

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Isaiah 61:3 (NIV)

   and provide for those who grieve in Zion—

to bestow on them a crown of beauty

   instead of ashes,

the oil of joy

   instead of mourning,

and a garment of praise

   instead of a spirit of despair.

They will be called oaks of righteousness,

   a planting of the Lord

   for the display of his splendor.

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For No One Ever Told Her – Freestyle Poem

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 6 – “Her nights are full of the red teeth of death.”

This quote is from Jim Harrison’s poem “Life”  from his book “Dead Man’s Float.”

Write a poem based on the current quote.

For No One Ever Told Her

Her days are filled with covering over
the black and blue hues of her skin
and worst of all the writing of her soul
that she keeps hidden within

When nightfall comes in terror she awaits
the blow of the fist that will cause
blood to paint her teeth, her face
but for every blow to her body comes
another blow to her soul…

As it slowly dies of worthlessness
and all she knows to do is cry
the tears her soul bleeds
as she hopes for death to come
that she may finally be free

For no one ever told her
to look beyond the fist,
the blood stained teeth,
the black and blue hue of despair

This is what her father showed her
and her mother said was love
she was never shown a love true
covered in a beautiful Crimson hue

Love that is kind, love that is gentle
that does not destroy or devastate
but builds up a soul to know its worth
that is the breath that carries her
to soar upon high places…

For no one ever told her
and her nights are full of the red teeth of death.

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