Monday, 15 December 2014

i saw myself last night

I saw myself last night
I was tiny
Not of great height
But the sight
Of seeing me
Full of perfect simplicity
Before the darkness of the fight
Before the blackness of the night
Of all the woes
The rains on earth
I was breathing free
Not shackled in dirt

And in all my knowledge
And worldly gain
She knew not any pain
And as I stood there looking down
I knew she was wiser 
Than my learned 
Heavy brow

For though I know how to tie my shoe
She knows all that is true
And while I sit counting the days
She abounds in endless play
When I am sorry and crying so
She is full of a golden hope
And when I am angry and bitter to the core
Her heart overflows with a love so sure

For she cast her troubles before they came
She hid her treasures where none could take
She is all the delights of her Father's heart
Never once are they a-part

O dear little I
May I too find
That sweet wonder
That definite sight
Of our Father's own heavenly light
And store it also within my heart
For each day and each night
Of my old 

Joanna Grace


  1. Joanna, thank you for your wonderful poem. Reflections often invite us to look inside and show us everything we had hoped for and dreamed we could be. Bless you. Mischa

  2. Hello Joanna..I was very ill this week(and still is)..But I have not been idle, because I still write 3 additional sonnets for you! ♥
    I hope I could write you some ballad for Christmas :)
    And I hope you're bound to have a wonderful Christmas!

    Thank you so much for this very sympathizing poem! It's such a comfort to know that I'm not the only one glorying in childhood "abilities."

    There is so much in a child which is powerful---like you write in the poem, full of hope and assurance. It's so difficult to achieve nowadays in adulthood. :(

    Whenever I reminisce about that "power" of a child, people look at me as if I'm going the wrong way--like I'm being backward. They give those looks which tell you that you should "grow up" and stop the childish nostalgia.

    They don't understand. They just "go on" in life.
    But I'm so glad that there is you who knows how to look back, and thereby realize many things, the wonder of things past.

    Thank you for being the same, being a comfort!
    And I know that Little Red Riding Hood (without the hood,but with Goldilocks' hair) would be a great renowned woman one day!

  3. What a beautiful, sensitive and wise poem, Joanna. Thank you for sharing it. Have you ever thought of transforming these wonderful verses into a song? I know it's not the same but it'd be beautiful too.