Poem: Crestfallen

Silence became her as she heard the news.
There was evil in the resistance,
No warmth nor sincerity.
Hostility, suspicion and backbiting aplenty.
Where is the love?
Could this be what needs acceptance,
Not want for change?
Serenity, that's what she needed,
To accept the things she could not change.
Alas, wisdom eluded her.
Foolish was she not to have known the difference.
Where were the signs?
Were there?
Yes, in retrospect.
Had she heeded and trusted advice,
Woe would not have befallen her.
Then her saviour appeared.
A bubbly voice and cheerful face,
So bright and shining.
It lit up her gloomy face.
She saw the face of Christ then.
He picked her up when she was Crestfallen.

What I'm currently reading

I found two gems amidst the library of books - Sir Gawain & The Green Knight and Oscar Wilde's Stories For Young People. I liked Sir Gawain for it held values of honour and bravery. Sir Gawain had valour and temperance. Men like him today are few and far between. Oscar Wilde's stories hold much wisdom and melancholy. They teach us what it means to really love. Some stories are poignant but inspiring. It has definitely gotten me thinking about what it means to love someone. According to Wilde, to love is to sacrifice and give until it hurts, or as in the stories The Happy Prince and The Nightingale and the Rose, until death. This reminds me of Jesus who gave his life up so that we may have life in its fullness. Yet how many of us are living it to the fullest? Do we spend our lives meaningfully?