ahead.
Wondering what sorts of treasures would be found and
would they be valuable?
Soundlessly curious, hoping to not be caught trespassing
on the way.
Lighting candles of fate, ready to walk the short distance,
into realms beyond sight.
Hoping to be brought into beautiful scenery with no pain
or suffering.
Alleviating fears and doubts, taking one step at a time,
surrendering whatever they think they might know.
Faith is never thought by reason, never proven in theoretical logic.It is just an inherent belief which lies within the capacity of each of us to grasp under all adversity – in all manner of life.All of life lies hidden under blankets of hope, waiting to fulfill it’s soulful desires through faith.Faith does not clamor…
flies over my head.Memories clouding my mind of that fateful day,so many lives lost needlessly.Jets overhead being used to signify one man missingin formation.Now it means so much more whenever a jet soars above us.We bow our heads and pray for all those who lost theirlives and the families they left behind.
Covering so many aspects of concentration, filling my mind with spacious pictures on photographic screens, finally appearing clearer, stronger, just like before.Lost in a beautiful land of imagery, wonder tantalizing my innate curiosity as it climbs ever higher to explore and discover what is out there beyond the past experiences I’ve gone through in poetical…
Savoring each and every one, treasuring their essences,keeping them safely tucked inside where only I can go.
Washing it with sympathy, collecting in my mind,memorialized for all time in this rhyme of poetry.Set forth from within, sorrow shows itself timidly, vulnerably, to the world outside.Heart of grief, gingerly held with childlike hands,afraid it will spill out and be trampled by death’sinsistent embrace.
