Wings of the Wind
Authored by Bethany Jean
Published by Bethany Jean at Smashwords.
Copyright: December, 2010
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Dedicated to my parents:
David and Lori, who showed me the truth
through the eyes of the Bible. And helped me
to learn that I can follow Christ through any
situation I may face.
To my number one fans:
Kathryn Pearson, Yvonne Lee, and Keith
Lee, who never let me get down.
Acknowledgments:
Many thanks to:
Tommie Lyn, Lynnette Bonner, Sylvia
Stewart, MaryGrace Dansereau, Don Grueser,
Hope Pearson, Carole Pearson, and Stephan
Butler. Who wouldn't let me give up on my
poetry, even when I wanted to.
To Stephen Olar:
Who had enough courage to say I didn't have
enough, and convinced me I was good
enough to publish.
And to my siblings and sibling-in-laws:
Who've helped through their encouragement
with this. Ben, Nat, Beka, Jon, Rachel, Tory,
and Hannah.
You guys all mean a lot to me!
Cover photo: Jonathan Longwell
Interior photography: Rebekah Longwell, Jonathan Longwell, Bethany Jean, and Hannah Michal.
Part one
Encouragement in hard
times
Light and Hope
I'm all alone, no hope for me
Despair has settled in.
The dark of night seems here to stay
So hopeless, un-loved, dim.
A crack of Light, I now can see,
From it I shield my eyes
Too easy now to just sit still,
Self-pity is a lie.
A longing comes, so pure and true,
For love that I denied.
I move to open up the door,
And try to crush my pride.
The Light comes in, He shows me Love
The pain, despair, recede.
The Light of Day is welcome now
No more, “no hope”, for me
The Strait and Narrow
I look up, and keep on going,
Then stumble back in fear.
Such torturous resistance still,
Below the fires gleam near.
Now, suddenly I see a path,
Leading to the right.
Looking so much easier,
Leading into light.
Unsure, I step onto the path,
Resistance fades away.
But where oh where has my joy gone?
Is this the price to pay?
The path at once gives some relief,
But No! It goes downhill.
I'm that much closer to the flames,
The flames leap up to kill.
I turn to go back up the path,