I wrote this poem a year ago for my mom. It's my gift to her for Mother's Day. I used my previous profession as an inspiration and unified it with my mom's efforts and sacrifices for me. I integrated history, symbolism and reality in this poem.
The Nightingale Lamp
Through the perilous battlefield,
Pits of death, the soil has yield,
Shadows of darkness have come to reign,
Enthroning misery and nurturing pain!
In the gusty winds, light of hope flickers,
Gasps for breath rumble as monstrous thunders,
Muerte! The Crimean valleys resounded,
The cradle of death has turned thou astounded.
But in the middle of obscurity,
A woman comes with a light of placidity,
On her gentle hands, the lamp of faith rest,
A glimpse of vitality, thy life dearest!
Nightingale’s lamp has leadeth thou back,
To precious life, thou have almost lack,
That radiant glow that shone thy path,
Steered thy way against mortality’s wrath.
In life that is real, scores of battle abound,
The echoes of despair and despondency sound,
But through His grace, a being emerges,
Bearing the lamp of hope, with light that encourages.
In my life a Nightingale lamp has glowed,
From its radiance, thousands of dreams have flowed,
Fulfillment and success would never be bright,
Without the hands that held that luminous light!
Oh precious hands that protect the light,
May your lamp forever shine at human’s sight,
Like a Nightingale lamp thou have brought life,
In the midst of life’s dreadful strife
photo from here
The Nightingale Lamp
Through the perilous battlefield,
Pits of death, the soil has yield,
Shadows of darkness have come to reign,
Enthroning misery and nurturing pain!
In the gusty winds, light of hope flickers,
Gasps for breath rumble as monstrous thunders,
Muerte! The Crimean valleys resounded,
The cradle of death has turned thou astounded.
But in the middle of obscurity,
A woman comes with a light of placidity,
On her gentle hands, the lamp of faith rest,
A glimpse of vitality, thy life dearest!
Nightingale’s lamp has leadeth thou back,
To precious life, thou have almost lack,
That radiant glow that shone thy path,
Steered thy way against mortality’s wrath.
In life that is real, scores of battle abound,
The echoes of despair and despondency sound,
But through His grace, a being emerges,
Bearing the lamp of hope, with light that encourages.
In my life a Nightingale lamp has glowed,
From its radiance, thousands of dreams have flowed,
Fulfillment and success would never be bright,
Without the hands that held that luminous light!
Oh precious hands that protect the light,
May your lamp forever shine at human’s sight,
Like a Nightingale lamp thou have brought life,
In the midst of life’s dreadful strife
photo from here
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