Passion
Photograph by: K. Alan Lewis
Quietly life burns like a gentle sparkling fire
Mundane with tasks we know all too well.
Politely greeting and meeting
Attending to duties as citizen and friend.
All at once an arrow pierces our heart
It kindles alive this fire in our bellies.
Strange it seems – the energy that bursts forth
Vast powers from within rising to the surface.
Passion heightens the mind and our senses
Nothing at all becomes impossible to reach.
The heart courageously beats the rhythm of this fire
Going forth, hoping that reason is not forgotten.
Oh, the passions that consume our lives
In beauty that bursts forth in deep satisfaction.
Creativity is passion’s gift, bringing untold dreams to fruition
During rare and exquisite moments of raptured awareness.
~Viola M. Jaynes
Beautiful write Viola. What would life be without passion?
Comment by Rose — October 10, 2008 @ 3:55 am
Fantastic poem, Viola. Very well done and thought provoking. Life would be quite bland without passion – and one I am not sure I would be willing to live.
This poem reminded me of a book I read in college – “Fire in the Belly: On Being a Man” by Sam Keen. It spoke much of the passions a man should have in all aspects of his life.
Comment by KAL — October 10, 2008 @ 1:05 pm
Kal, I feel the same way. Thanks for mentioning this book.
Every time I have been most energetic in my life, I have at the same time been most passionate.
Comment by Viola Jaynes — October 10, 2008 @ 2:26 pm
This line of this incredible poem is awesome, Viola:
Creativity is passion’s gift – bringing untold dreams to fruition
Thank you.
Comment by SandyCarlson — October 10, 2008 @ 8:42 pm
Thank you Sandy! You are so sweet! ~vj
Comment by Viola Jaynes — October 10, 2008 @ 9:40 pm