Chapter 38 of the book Love Songs For Every Heart
Perdina was a girl who lost her way
and found herself at last so far from home,
she thought her life was hopelessly undone.
For weeks and months she wandered all alone.
catchy opening plot/imagery.
One night she stumbled blindly through the dark
in search of shelter from the rain and cold.
Discouraged and afraid, she staggered on,
uncertain how her future might unfold.
interesting. makes one wonder what's gonna' happen!
The past grew dim with every step she took
away from home and those who loved her best.
She shivered in the dampness, weak and tired,
but searched in vain for some safe place to rest.
what a situation!
The days, and often weeks of raging hunger
had driven her to scavenge from the bins
of garbage in the alleyways of town,
behind the busy eateries and inns.
well put. good cadence meter etc...
At last her path led out beyond the streets
and up a quiet hillside far from town.
She longed to find some peace beneath a tree,
a place to lay her heavy burdens down.
whatever will she do?!
But peering up the path, she saw instead
a simple cabin, windows all aglow.
Her weary heart leapt up as she perceived
here dwelt a person she might like to know.
I spose so!
With hope renewed, she hurried up the path
and following the light, approached the door.
She paused, absorbing all the smells and sounds,
and knew at once, life could be so much more.
She raised a trembling hand, prepared to knock,
but suddenly the door swung open wide.
A young man smiled at her with gentle eyes,
then took her hand and welcomed her inside,
and there she saw the table set for three
with fresh-baked loaves of bread and hearty soup,
a bowl of fruit, a pitcher full of milk...
abundant fare, enough to feed a group.
well put again, and cool imagery.
She noticed too, the fireplace burning brightly
and there, before the hearth, a metal tub
half full of water. Suddenly, she thought;
How wonderful to have a bath and scrub
away the weeks and months of filth and shame,
but first a bite of food, a cup of tea
to ease the aching emptiness within.
So weak and faint she'd grown, she didn't see
the grey-haired woman seated in the shadows
until, with effort, she at last arose
to stand beside the rocker where she'd been
attending to the mending of some clothes.
more cool imagery, and pleasant rhymey-rhythm.
Perdina had just turned to seek the warmth
of fire to warm her fingers, cold and numb,
but kindly, the old woman took her arm
and starting toward the table, murmured "Come."
The young man poured a steaming cup of tea
and set it down before the weary lass.
She sipped it eagerly, its warmth so sweet,
she knew the numbness in her soul would pass
and soon she would be strong and whole again.
The kindness of her hosts, the food and tea
were all she had been missing for so long.
She thought with longing, of her family.
sad and happy all at once.
The young man gently took her hand in his
and smiled into her eyes, then bowed his head.
"Our Father, we are grateful for your love
and for this opportunity," he said,
"to share our blessings with a child in need,
and heal a hungering soul who's lost her way."
Perdina felt the tears flow silently,
as she remembered how she used to pray...
fortunate for her! cool again.
and how, so long ago she'd known pure joy
surrounded by her loving family
who cherished her and must now miss her so,
but whom she'd scorned to "find her destiny."
a move so many make when they grow up.
What she had found was sorrow, and deep shame,
but here at last was love and hope again.
She ate with new-found relish as her hosts
refilled her plate, yet so much more remained.
Her cup was never empty, though she drank,
and soon her hands and feet and heart were warmed.
She felt her spirit cleansed from deep within,
and knew, before the dawn, she'd been transformed.
I dig the near rhymes.
Perdina shed, at last, her shabby rags
and bathed away the filth from life's dark road.
The woman gave her something clean to wear
and brushed her tangled hair until it glowed.
She couldn't wait to tell all who would listen
about the wondrous people she had met
who gave her so much more than food and drink,
and changed her life in ways she'd not forget.
The years passed by. Perdina brought her child
to see the place where she had touched the hand
of angels who had prayed for her in ways
that only the redeemed can understand.
powerful stanza; well put.
She and her son looked up the grassy hill
and saw a cabin in the fading light.
The path was worn, but still the window shone
with radiant warmth, dispelling bleakest night.
well said again.
The fragrance of a meal, and fresh-baked bread
came floating on the gentle evening breeze.
upgrade the adjective gentle to something livelier and more memorable and more striking is my advice to take or leave...the fresh-baked bread part, nice!
The memories of life transformed were strong.
Perdina smiled, her happy heart at ease.
fitting ending to a clever creative powerful well rhythmed poem. the story of not only her life but of millions in many ways. universally relatable more or less. great post. can't imagine people not enjoying the ride, other than those folks who hate poetry and happy endings that is, which are few and far between. a surefire hit, in other words. you have a vast range of poetry within you.
Comment Written by Xylok on 25-Jun-2015