Wisdom in hardships

" Let your learning turn to knowledge and with the passing of time that knowledge will one day become the awesome gift of wisdom. " -Jetta Marie B

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Poem: Jetta Marie

Gratitude of The Day: The ability of understanding that we all have experiences in our life, be they good or bad, that contribute to the wisdom that each of us possess. Even if our words are not exactly poetry we all have contributions of our understandings of life that we should all be proud of and share in a spirit of kindness and love to our fellow humans. Especially the younger ones, though you may have to have some patience for things to sink on that audience. ;)

IN the ambiance of the woods

Beneath the trees grand heights

Lies a world in leaves decay

A humbling and awing sight

There lies a forest all its own

Springing forth from summers gone

In this wisdom of the woods

These woods can carry on

Much like the woods of which I speak

We all can lose our ways

We can forget that seeds of hope

Have been left before our way

Through the trials and the learning

we experience each day

Those seeds can bring us peace

When we have all but lost our way.

Wisdom is not easy 

To understand or gain

I know its hard to grasp at times

That there are choices in ones pain

For pain is overwhelming

And I understand to well

That it has a powers all its own

And can feel like flaming hell.

But in my meager life 

Through my own travels in the rain

I know that wisdom is a choice 

When we are faced with pain

It like that unseen forest

Far beneath trees

That little forest all its own

With its hope filled little seeds

They keep the forest strong

Though their small and struggle so

But in natures grand design

Those sprouts will help this forest grow

Now you can see this miracle 

As a simple pile of leaves 

With not but  a few small sprouts

And nothing to truly see

Or you can search inside you

And you can take a different stance

And with a change in heart

You can embrace in natures dance

Understanding that this pile of death

This mound of summer past

Lays life  springing forth in glory

And a future that can last

Pain is much like seedlings

Springing from the dust

The perception of its beauty though

Is solely placed on us

So do you see a Pile of leaves

Of rot, mold and decay?

Or do you see the beauty

That this mound of dirt displays?

Do you learn from pain in life

Or does it consume your being?

Is it a tool for wisdom

Or a thing from which your fleeing?

We all have seeds inside us

That will sprout from dust and gloom

Those seeds will rise above pain

And into a forest bloom

And as you chose to face it

To find wisdom as you grow

My words will one day hit you

And my own wisdom will you know

I do not dismiss of heartache

Of the pain in each our lives

But what I wish to tell you

Is you can fall or you can fly