You bent my will; Yet I did not break. You tried to shape me To fit your needs; Though I did not conform. Flattened in your grasp, My edges became tattered Until frustrated, You tossed me aside Leaving me shapeless.
But the Master Had greater plans than you And enfolded in the hands of love, I became a swan.
To love means never to be afraid of the windstorms of life: should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings. ~Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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I love it... One of my kids.. a very bright Japanese one... made me an origami swan and laminated it into a bookmark for a Christmas gift... and your poem enfolds those sentiments beautifully - I love it, I love it, I love it...
My God, Ruth, how do you do it again and again, this poem is absolutely beautiful! You are a true gem and a priceless member of this forum. I loved the twist at the end, the last line "and enfolded in the hands of love, I became a swan." Beautiful.
Take care, Melissa Honeybee