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S.H.


As I look at the morning sun, I can only ponder
What will the day be filled with, changes? Similarities?

What makes this day significant or what will I do to make this day significant?
Walking into the light, how am I going be the difference?

 

Standing looking now at the clouds as I feel the wind's breeze

Thinking who else feels thoughts, who else sees a blank

Watching as spring brings life and allergies to the many

And seeing how nature comes to all to those that seek

 

Soon I can only see how marriage is in the air, and summer hits like light

Hotter then what it usually it seems, Can anyone still see farther?

Farther than the line in the white space, farther than me?

As my pages are written, I wonder who joins them.

 

Heat and air seem to become one element as they tend both to hurt and heal

June and July brothers satisfied with being hot, sometimes smothering

How can anyone stand as they witness a vision of what has already past

Living a future from the past eyes of another from the same place at different times

 

As the browning of the leaves arises and I see a change of clothing

People live life upon pleasure and never any discomfort or pain

As I wonder what heroes are made of, and there sacrifices

And villains are misunderstood heroes, found in the many

 

Yet as the climate decreases I see the value of people decrease

More and more everyone always worries for them self

Pity in the tears of my eyes, as I see a nation slowly turning away from God

And finally a view of the past lingers in my mind

 


Fighting for something much more, created for so much more

Snow falling in my walk home, dripping like free souls

Winter in my breath and my body embracing the cold

As longer nights seem to enter every home and every church

 

History seen from the times of all, including the seasons

The climate reflecting, all the pain and sorrow from lives long ago

People who impacted the many, their pages completed upon their death

As history repeats itself, we fail to value and we fail to comprehend sacrifice

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