🔵 By Christopher Rowland. Photo by lauragrafie.
A lonely man, his life full of sorrows, sits watching the snowfall, shy of New Years day. He contemplates his 2015 year ahead sagaciously, yet weary of the misspend life he led astray. His memories drift inward upon his heart, much life the snow in his sight. The cold touch of winter, freezes some of these sad yesterdays. Away from a heart bled, without any fight. He is not disturbed by his moments of melancholy, for they are an old reliable friend. They allow him precious insights, often passed over in life’s hectic pace, a solace they lend. Many years he has known his life story, an extraordinary gift he might give to the world. If only the world still believed in magical wonders, yet surely there are some peradventure of a herald? Inside him resides keen understanding, far surpassing the ordinary mode of hopeless masses, of unknowing. Will this be the year to enlighten them, to gather those who’s care is radiantly showing?
Somehow inside himself he must gather more than mere hope, as he ponders his plight near hope wane. Knowledge, wisdom, and strength he has, yet only willpower prevail him sane. An awesome, incredibly, super natural true story, experienced by a blue collar nobody. An avatar of many facets, like the gem of his personality, meant to be the lights somebody. Locked away a quarter century, his potential waned and waxed, in every sense. Cruel, unjust confinement, bled his soul to the core of his cares, where he found fidelity immense. Only vaguely in this moment, does such introspection tinge his melancholy’s solace. For his hearts sad thoughts ponder, the future fate of such a grim world place.
Knowing so much wrongness is everywhere, often brings painful tears. That soothingly cleanse away grief, anger, despair, bringing the sought reward of clarity, erasing fears. With empathy he knows many another share his thoughtful feelings. As the December supernatural inclemency cause many to ponder, what worry this New Year brings?
Hope sanguine shines its eternal light, as his sister faith sacrosanct, brings calm to troubled hearts. In this rectitude we build a better world, peaceful healing starts. The lonely man stands, one last look, sorrows melancholy forgotten, solace steadfast and smiles. This will be his year to shine and find liberty’s many miles. He sees new friendships days ahead, great works of goodness, his world brighter. Contentment excites earnest endeavors, as poetic souls applaud their new fighter – will he be bright champion in the cause of good, to stand redeemed of early wrongs in the sight of the light? He strides favored, though in darkness plight.
Another year looms for all, as we decide our resolutions sanguine courses. Seek splendid endeavors, your light bright of heavenly hearted resources. Never hope, nor faith surrender, nor gloom overwhelm, of good sake a member. I am ever so grateful to have such words to share, this solaceful December!