PASS NOT THIS WAY AGAIN

 

Riding out in the country side

A heavy sadness fills my heart

As the landscape passes by

Asleep,  in silent apathy

In empty feed lots and hayfields

Vacant pasture lands and cornfields.

There is a new growth instead

Of trees in sprout, and lifeless structures

That plant their hidden roots

Small towns on down a black new road

Entwine and flourish,

Where family farms once were plenty

A picket sign reads 'property sold'.

Cornstalks that grew, in a straight and even row

To greet a morning sun,

Never again to grow.

I think of the red man who saw

The wagons roll across the prairie,

I feel his great sorrow, a heart in pain

For he too lost a friend

And our fathers said, 'progress'

Back then.

No, quite beauty will not pass this way again.

 

written by Realistic  17 of Nov. 1991

for my neice who lost her unborn child 1995

 

 

You slept in darkness

waiting to be born

Surrounded by love

aching arms could not hold.

Gone too soon

you never saw this world

Nor, the loving smile

upon your mother's face.

Sleep, little one

in God's gentle hands

Awake to sweet lullabys,

Angelic song

Your name remembered

in whispered prayer

From trembling lips.

Live, Julia Donna

in His holiest light

Know love reaches through

the universe and on

into eternity.

Meditation

 

I come to this place while dew is on the rose

This secret, private place of which no one knows

I visit here daily as a way to keep balance

And again through the day as life's stresses arise

As I grow along on this spiritual path

This place that I come to is easier to grasp

Its peace and its wonder are entirely my own

I continue to expand the reality known

In this secret, private place of which we all can know

Trying to give it away won't work

Trying to teach of it may become my life's work

My gift to others as we journey this life

Each of us can carry within us this place with the rose

I go there especially in the deepest dark nights of the soul

My answers to questions are so often found

When I take time to visit this sacred ground

So please as you journey thru' life's rituals

Remember you carry deep in your soul

This pace where the dew is new on the rose

This secret, private place of which no one knows

Only you and your God can share in its moments

Where ever, when ever you feel the deep need

You can draw on its strength even if not on your knees

The peace, the serenity are yours for eternity

Remember to visit this place, giving to Him your honest face

Give to Him each of the petals that form your life

He knows already when you come here in strife

The gratitude I feel is sometimes hard to find

As life's troubles leave this place far behind

I come here daily to this place as a reminder to me

That His vision for me is sometimes difficult to see

If I choose to look deep into this secret, private place

I will always see the dew on the rose

As God's Gift to me

            of Grace.

 

Written 7/26/01 as answer to a weekly challenge at another community

Searcher ---I am only an amateur poet that writes fom the heart