MP– Today we are featuring again yet another November 2017 special blog post of Theresa Stromnes with her life changing and healing verse. Sometimes our own writings depict our real life experiences. Theresa is very new to writing poetry ,though her voice is proving to be unique and bold .She enjoys writing poetry for personal healing and positive thinking. MiomboPublishing is grateful to feature the new poet and her work . Theresa Stromnes calls herself ,Tree, T-dog, Thwasa ,Nonjabulo or just Theresa. We continue to invite you to like our blog journal , follow it and also leave comments on the site and articles. You are free to contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org- Mbizo Chirasha.
THE HEALING( Past, present and future)
In the world, there was a place,
And in that place there was a town,
And in that town, there was a house,
And in that house there was a room,
And in that room, a bed,
And a woman slept there, a bird with a broken wing.
But in time it came to pass that her wing did mend, and so she came to see that….
In this beautiful world,
There is an even more beautiful place,
and in this beautiful place, a tranquil town.
And in this tranquil town, there is a noble manor,
and in that noble manor there is room with a view.
And in that room with a bed with a vkre
And in that room with a view, there is a bed, and a woman slumbers there, and she is the jewel of all her kingdom.
And in that kingdom, she will dip her toe tentatively into the water,
and she will quench her thirst for life instead of only feeling the bitter cold.
And she will stride boldly into the fields of gold alongside the azure sea,
And instead of dead grass and the vast unknown, she will see five barley loaves and two fish.
And finally she will leave her field, Fed and watered, and step bravely into the busy world, and instead of hurt and anguish and a hundred hunched shoulders, she will be the jewel in the crown of her own suffering.
And only love, faith and hope will remain,
and her bed will be love.
a myriad of birdsong,
a gold resplendent sky,
the cool kiss of nightfall,
that is why…..
The grass starts to weep,
The crickets grow still,
There’s a small ray of light
On a faraway hill
Sparse winter trees,
Cool winter night
The birds are all settling
With calm silent flight.
The night starts to quieten,
the light fades away.
In the distance, a bark,
it’s the end of the day.
Oh moon, stars and heaven,
Grant us your light,
as we all settle down,
on this stark winters night.
TEARS AND GRACE
Faces stained and turned.
Shoulders hunched and spurned.
Please don’t look, I’m lying.
Inside I’m slowly dying.
Don’t go, don’t go I scream,
Silence belies my dream.
Where is God today?
It feels like He went away.
Long months turn to seasons,
I don’t see the reason.
I’m breathing without air,
And I don’t really care.
What is this thing called love?
It is as fragile as a dove.
I loved you before you were born,
And now I feel so forlorn.
But then God brings forth his grace.
He gently and quietly turns to my face.
You too are loved my beautiful child,
Be joyful and free and run and be wild.
God holds you always in the palm of His hand,
And you know that for you He always will stand.
It’s grace my child, stand strong and tall.
You never ever will be allowed to fall.
Eventually the seasons turn into years,
And God has wiped away all of my tears.
In front of me stand my beautiful sons,
I feel once again that my life has just begun.
Oh so handsome and oh so tall,
I mark them happily against the wall,
Oh thank you my Lord for this precious time,
For now we can all just be fine.