My eyes see it. My ears hear them.
My legs walk slowly and I am patient.
I visit friends as we come closer to the wall.
My shrine is ancient just as I want it to be.
Every day I see the truth.
I get bigger gifts than you can see.
What do I do today?
I shall be at peace.
I will call out to the sky.
It hears my cry and I am grateful.
Today I am beautiful.
Today I have true love.
I move forward along my beautiful life.
I become quiet because I am not the way I feel.
I get to heaven each day because I am there already.
W. Wayne B.
April 2011
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2 comments:
Randy,
I liked this poem, especially the part when the persona says that "I become quiet because I am not the way I feel.
I get to heaven each day because I am there already."
These lines lead the reader--me--to ask," Why isn't he/she the way he/she feels? Why does he/she become quiet if everything is so pretty? Is it really?
Anyway, when a poem motivats questions in the reader's mind, it has substance. I liked it very much.
A hug, Marli
Absolutely...It is very well written and I greatly enjoy hosting a poem that leaves an impression such as this...
Thank you for your comment...Greatly appreciate it.
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