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by Denny Lancaster
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You were a gift given to me at my birth,
but in latter years squashed to earth,
shoved in a cave with not even a light,
not worthy of me to even, try to write.
Forgotten by me was your precious worth.
In me are two wolves, one black one white,
but then of neither I even try to write;
Lost to me was your precious love instead,
so down other paths I was somberly led.
But friends knew you were really in sight.
Then one day I passed by the dark cave
and a call from you of the worth to save;
I ventured a thought, from me did arise
and from my soul those words uttered cried.
And I lifted you from that cold wet grave.
The white wolf! Can it now continue to grow,
so light now relit, will blaze and then glow?
Or will the black wolf prevail instead,
down a prior path, I continue to be led?
Of your love again for sure I know now!
Yes, was the answer, for now I can clearly see,
worth and love of words continued to dwell in me;
And though a greater work may come from my hand,
I now know, your seed from infancy was planned.
And my self worth was what silent words plea.
Footnote:[...And there it seemed to have ended... my love affair with words was gone. They no longer held any power or maggic... they seemed almost non-existent.
Even when I needed to write I was unable to...]
The quote above is from Maggi Norris, creator of the
Nem5 Web Maggic awards program, who like
most of we mere humans do not escape the trials and tribulations while on mother
earth.
Over these past few years since the death of her
mother, Maggi has remained almost silent, that is until as if by mere chance her
gift for words awakened again with a post at AS, which was a poem.
We pray that the Muse will continue to guide her hand to delight the child in
all of us.
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