Monthly Archives: September 2017
The clasp of your hand
I look at old photos of myself and I can see that I have aged
I am not saying life has made me some sort of sage
I’m feeling sort of satisfied with what I have achieved
but without you by my side, I could not have even breathed
As we walked along life’s shores
we looked out the windows and pushed open doors
We rested a while and our faith took its hold
we shook and we quivered, learning to be bold
As our legs grew weary and our minds were adrift
our focus was misty, we almost forgot our gift
The sunlight started burning and penetrating our cores
as the flames started searing, the heat made us pause
We recollected our thoughts on the shadows that seem
only passing, just misty, like some say like a dream
The heart is the winner, the heart takes it all
there is glory, and elation after the fall
Patience, persistence and the will to let go
learning to live and learning to grow
The pain never stops and we are never really there
Yet somehow I know, we have diminished the fear
So onwards we march, hand joining hand
the sea covering our footsteps on the soft yellow sands.
Flower in the garden wind in the grass
Flowers in the garden, wind in the grass
hear my concentrated prayers, let it strike God’s heart.
Give me the gift of presence, of knowing what I should be
an opportunity to fix things for everyone, not just me.
Allow a display of creation to move me to tears
with the a gentle rubbing, to wipe away my fears.
The birds in the trees are calling for us to reside within
a chance of hope and finesse, a new day to begin.