Let it go

 

Mourn not the seeds fell from my hand
Worry not whose paths they cross
Fingers weak that cannot grip
Are only strengthened by what’s lost

Blame not another for your pain
Wind blows seed in every path
Fields reproduce more grain
Flowers of mercy cover wrath

Set my eyes on things ahead
Row through my tears now a flood
Grain to seed to flour to bread
Food to carry me safely home

 

open link at dversepoets.com. Any poem of choosing. Just penned this one as I looked outside my window to see my bird feeder on the ground. That was a very big bird or a very hungry bear!

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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10 Responses to Let it go

  1. vandana says:

    There is a saying in Hindi languag whci traslates to” Every grain has a name written on it of the peroson/organism who would consume it.” Guess this time it was the bear!

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  2. rothpoetry says:

    A beautiful Poem Mary. Love this line:
    Fingers weak that cannot grip
    Are only strengthened by what’s lost

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  3. Beautiful, Mary! My favorite line: “Flowers of mercy cover wrath”

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  4. scotthastiepoet says:

    The circle of life humble and beautifully captured here, Mary… Beautiful writing…

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  5. Frank Hubeny says:

    Very nice line: “Flowers of mercy cover wrath”

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  6. hypercryptical says:

    Lovely Mary.
    Anna :o]

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  7. Beverly Crawford says:

    “Winds blow seed in every path” .. nicely put and so true. Some indeed are flowers or mercy.

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  8. Grace says:

    I pray for many flowers of mercy to bloom and wash away tears and pain. Thanks for joining in!

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  9. If we never plant seeds there will never be bread to consume.

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  10. Reminds me of the parable of the sower. We do not know where the seeds of our words land. Thank you for your words sown wherever they may land.
    The Lonely Recluse

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