Fairure’s Cairn
With every failure and every fear,
Yet another stone is placed
There upon the growing pile—
High upon the hill.
For far too long
My failures overwhelmed me–
Stones immense and mighty, waiting there,
High upon the hill…
Until the day I learned
To turn my failures
Into faith, and put an
End to hate.
And now I am returning
(wiser for the learning)
To home’s safe
And embracing harbor—
Only to see my failures have borne fruit,
Like fattened grapes
Upon an ancient arbor
As I look high upon the hill.
And failure’s cairn
Now guides me from high upon the hill,
As I sail upon the currents
Of a sea of milk and honey.
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Hi Stephen – I have the perfect image for this poem. If you’d like I’d be happy to include it with your post.
Wonderful poem. Things are going very well here in South Carolina. I’m getting ready to open a studio/gallery.
All the best,
Jim
Thank you Jim! I was sorry to miss seeing you before you left. I hope all is well sir. God’s Peace be yours as well.
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Amazing! This poem feels close to me and I feel as if it applies to me. I am aiming for my heavy burdens to instead turn into wonderful gifts.