I look over the wreck of a train, with all its blood and carnage
hear the screams and cries of the dying
this is my life i feel this pain.
I see a lone juniper tree across desert surrounded by sand and rock and snakes and buzzards.
I live in the loneliness of this place
I look into the eyes of an angry mother bear,,, feel the heat of her breath as she advances forward intent on destruction
pulse racing I turn to run and realize there is no escape from this certain death..
through the slime and the mud
I climb until I see the sun peeking over the sides and an arm reaches down to rescue me
I watch a deer quietly watching me
her eyes wide she watches and waits
frozen in place
I take a breath,she turns and escapes into the forest
I long to be the deer, excaping the doom .
I look upon the face of my child I seen the trust in the slumbering eyes
the innocence of the curled lips, the softness of the pale cheeks,,,,,I have forgotten how to be a child.
I reach the top,,, climb up into the sun
I watch the sunset with all its magic light up the sky
a fire of red, orange, purple and gold,
the clouds painting an allusion as they reflect the amazing display
The earth awakes after a long winter nap.
I hear insects working in the grass
the birds sing out greetings to each other
the dew drips off the leaves and silently slips down to the ground
the trees gently sway to the music as the wind whispers secrets into the ear of those who would listen
I look down into the well that has held me captive
I wonder how it had such a hold on me
I cover it with earth
and walk away with a song in my heart and a greater hope for the future
THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE HELPED ME CLIMB OUT OF MY OWN PERSONAL WELL. U KNOW WHO U R. THANK U *SMILE*
I DON'T KNOW WHO WROTE THESE ONES, BUT THEY HAVE INSPIRED ME
Is anyone happier because you
passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you
spoke to him today?
The day is almost over, and it's
tolling time is through;
Can you say tonight, in parting
with the day that's slipping fast,
That you helped a single person
of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over
what you did or said;
Does the man whose hopes were
fading, now with courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day, or lose it?
Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness,
or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber,
do you think that God will say,
"You have earned one more tomorrow
by the work you did today"?
THE HARDEST JOB IN THE WORLD, IT SEEMS
IS JUST TO MAKE A START
AND EVEN WHEN DESIRE IS STRONG
THIS IS THE TOUGHEST PART
YOU PUT OFF THE THINGS THAT WOULD BE DONE
YOUR WRESTLE WITH FEAR AND DOUBT
BUT THE ONLY TIME YOUR SHIP COMES IN
IS WHEN YOU SEND IT OUT
YOU'LL NEVER WIN THE PRIZE YOU WANT
YOU'LL NEVER FIND YOUR PLACE
YOU'LL ONLY CROSS THE FINISH LINE
BY GETTING IN THE RACE
NO ONE CAN DO IT FOR YOU
YOU MUST DO IT BY YOURSELF
WHAT GOOD ARE GOALS THAT GATHER UP
DUST UPON A SHELF
THE TIME TO DO IT IS ALWAYS NOW
YOUR CAN'T HAVE A DOUBTING HEART
THE LONGER YOU WAIT
THE HARDER IT IS
TO MAKE THAT ESSENTIAL START
THE FIRST STEP IS ALWAYS THE HARDEST
BUT ONCE THAT STEPS BEGUN
THE THING YOU THOUGHT YOU COULDN'T DO
IS ALREADY HALFWAY DONE!