Night Visions - Poem
I am sure many of my readers know the feeling of lying awake in your bed at night, thinking about your past misdeeds and wrongdoings, berating yourself for the things that occurred sometimes years prior. Or, in another fashion, another example we could explore: if you have a busy week or day ahead, sometimes the stresses and anxieties of the unknown will gnaw at your mind as you try to fall asleep, scenarios you'd rather not think about keep playing over and over again in your head, like a bad scene from a movie.
I wanted to take this concept and translate it to a simple but effective poem. Titled "Night Visions" it paints a simple picture of a young man, in the first scenario I wrote about, the one where he is thinking of his past and all the wrong things he did back then. He feels a lot of resentment and worry of all these painful memories, until he receives a vision of sorts from G-d, hinting to him of better, more fulfilling and happier times that are just ahead.
I hope you find the poem to be enjoyable,
Have a wonderful week,
Yitzy Schweitzer
I wanted to take this concept and translate it to a simple but effective poem. Titled "Night Visions" it paints a simple picture of a young man, in the first scenario I wrote about, the one where he is thinking of his past and all the wrong things he did back then. He feels a lot of resentment and worry of all these painful memories, until he receives a vision of sorts from G-d, hinting to him of better, more fulfilling and happier times that are just ahead.
I hope you find the poem to be enjoyable,
Have a wonderful week,
Yitzy Schweitzer
Night Visions – Poem
I have spent many nights sitting awake,
Thinking of my past mistakes,
So many regrets, upsets and much self-loathing,
As I feel the embarrassment on my face.
Have I upset G-d?
With all of the wrong I have done?
Have I been abandoned, in a darkened room,
With no escape out towards the sun?
Suddenly, something changes,
As I begin to feel hope again,
A vision enters my mind,
As the dust is washed away from the lens.
I have had a vision of many happier nights,
When the moon would light up my path,
My mind at ease, my soul at rest,
No longer do I feel my own wrath.
But, I also know that there will be,
Nights of thunder and rain,
But if I motivate myself, encourage my heart,
There will be something to gain.
Have you ever been woken by a crash of thunder,
Lay there in the void, feeling alone?
But if only you’d realise that the storm will pass,
Soon again, the suns rays would show.
There is uncertainty in the face of suffering,
Loneliness in the darkest of times,
But the forest of life, will be colourful again,
When the sun comes out to shine.
I have spent many nights sitting awake,
Thinking of my past mistakes,
So many regrets, upsets and much self-loathing,
As I feel the embarrassment on my face.
Have I upset G-d?
With all of the wrong I have done?
Have I been abandoned, in a darkened room,
With no escape out towards the sun?
Suddenly, something changes,
As I begin to feel hope again,
A vision enters my mind,
As the dust is washed away from the lens.
I have had a vision of many happier nights,
When the moon would light up my path,
My mind at ease, my soul at rest,
No longer do I feel my own wrath.
But, I also know that there will be,
Nights of thunder and rain,
But if I motivate myself, encourage my heart,
There will be something to gain.
Have you ever been woken by a crash of thunder,
Lay there in the void, feeling alone?
But if only you’d realise that the storm will pass,
Soon again, the suns rays would show.
There is uncertainty in the face of suffering,
Loneliness in the darkest of times,
But the forest of life, will be colourful again,
When the sun comes out to shine.
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