A Humble Acquaintance

 

As I peer out of my bedroom window,

the dreariest of days emerges.

While making its less than humble acquaintance,

it casts a broad shadow across my expectant forehead.

No glimmer of sunshine anywhere to be found,

yet I make my acquaintance anyway.

Endless overcast clouds ~ Where could the sun be hiding?

Maybe at rest, as it has a lot of shining to do,

and many expectant foreheads to cast its rays upon.

The looming clouds have made their heavy presence known,

they will indeed, be here for a while.

 

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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Forgive and Forget

 

Forgiving is a difficult feat,

yet is it possible to ever truly forget?

To completely void out a past hurt or betrayal,

or would forgiveness be easier?

It would seem not, for to exonerate one,

who has hurt you to your core,

is a lesson in humility that you did not ask for.

Yet, forgiveness is the key to releasing the hold,

that controls all those pent-up emotions.

But the very act of forgiving is emotional in itself, right?

So, what is one to do when forgiveness comes a calling?

You could always just….forget about it!

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Creed of Success

 

If success should ever fall upon my thirsty lips,

Lord please let me taste it, the smallest sip.

I”ll not forget the humble roots from which I came,

may I not be ruined by fortune and fame.

 

Please grant me the chance to share and give back,

to those less fortunate ~ the odds are stacked.

Let me not lose sight of my purpose and goal,

may I set an example and break the mold.

 

For when you’ve been given much, so much is required,

a daunting reality, but necessary to go higher.

So, I’ll keep encouraging those who are struggling and reaching,

through God’s extraordinary blessings and his infinite teaching.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

When Hope Seems Lost

 

When hope seems lost, it must be so,

for all attempts have failed up to this point.

You are breathless and holding on for dear life.

But then a spark of light shines ever so faintly,

on your broken and weary spirit.

With one last struggling breath,

through sticky sweat and salty tears,

you inhale as deeply as your lungs will allow.

Exhale whispers with sweet relief,

that there is hope ~ after all, it was never lost.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Good Sense

 

Sometimes when we are in love,

we seem to lose our good sense.

Foolishly, we let down all our guards,

giving up our means of defense.

We want to relax and bask in the glory,

of the wonderful love we have discovered.

Pushing caution aside and forgetting  our fear,

the real person in us is uncovered.

Before we know it, we’re in so deep,

it would take a crane to dig out.

If only we had listened to our inner voice,

we could have thought before taking this route.

Good sense is something we all should possess,

and for our sake, we should cherish.

If we don’t make good use of this gift we’ve been given,

we are sure to perish.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

NaPoWriMo 2014

Her Wisdom Overflows

 

Her wisdom overflows like a river running wild,

life experiences are the basis of her afrocentric style.

Her beauty is ageless, for it is not evident upon her face,

she is a gift to womanhood ~ a tribute to her race.

With a wave of her graceful hand, she can stop you cold,

while her seasoned and motherly aura right before your eyes unfolds.

The richness of her heritage is evident when she speaks,

she has everyone’s attention, curiosity is at its peak.

She speaks with a voice that is firmly rooted from within,

you can’t help but wonder about the places she has been.

She listens very intently as she quietly observes the room,

surrounding her is a wall of knowledge ~ a halo of wisdom looms.

I only wish I had met her so many years before,

I am honored to be graced by her confident presence,

and from her I want to learn more.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

My Mother ~ My Friend

My mother is my friend through the thick and through the thin,

she will be in my corner and by my side until the very end.

I confide in her my secret thoughts, for she has my deepest trust,

at times I hesitate to share, but eventually I know that I must.

She always gives an honest opinion, from her point of view,

while trying not to come right out and say what I should do.

My mother is my very best friend, from God above she’s a gift,

just knowing I have her in my life gives my heart a remarkable lift.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall