2023 – The Power of One

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“I have learned that in each of us there burns
a flame of independence that must never be
allowed to go out. That as long as it exists
within us we cannot be destroyed.”
Bryce Courtenay – The Power of One

“I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot
do everything, but I can do something. And
because I cannot do everything, I will not
refuse to do the something I can do.”
– Edward Hale

To read Irene’s poem, “The Power of One” click:

The Power of ONE

 by Irene Fowler

 O! for a glimpse across into unknown years, near and yonder
The mind ponders, as does the heart wonder
Will grim and fatal man-made pitfalls, in felicitous rendezvous
Be healed; rising, to bid besetting ruin, vamoose and adieu.


The mysteries and splendours of our natural world
With beauty, dignity and purpose, yet, still enchant, unfold
Thusly, paint a picture of the old and new, to extol and behold
Narrating a bright story; tried, tested and good as gold.


The times call, for all to play their part
Of gutsy, valliant heroes; in real-life imitating art
Growing in pluck and courage, one step at a time
For before us, lies a steep, slippery, serpentine climb.


The brightest stars shine in the darkest nights, and fortune favours the brave
Albeit, it’s not about the acclaim, fame or rave
Going along to get along, lacking any discernment or distinction
Misses the mark of the high calling, in the glorious, shining mission.


Generations before and generations to come
Wishing us godspeed and good courage borne with steadfast aplomb
As the reins of our universe become fast undone
It’s all about the sovereign power of one.


After all is said and done
There exists only one brilliant, supreme sun
Faithful, and at peace, with its earthly run
Foretelling; the eternal war is done and won.

© 2022 by Irene Fowler

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