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mlramirez804

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since January 2017
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The Path

February 8, 2017

In boisterous flight I ran

 

Ran to freedom

 

to the wind

 

In the air I found my courage

 

In my heart I knew my destination

 

I looked to the north

 

And found beauty

 

The crisp air of the alabaster mountains

 

Tussles through the weight of my anchored spirit

 

A warmth from the evergreen pine

 

brushes against my outstretched hand

 

And I hear a song

 

Echoing in the canyons and valleys

 

I climb I climb to the top

 

And see the whole of Gods creation

 

Blanketed in the plains of the air

 

And I run

 

I run to the west and to the east

 

The road of a thousand miles

 

Becomes unwound in age and youth

 

My brow beads with the sweat of my forbearance

 

I find nothing but the goodness of God

 

And his mercy

 

When I beheld the wonders of his handiwork

 

I held out my hand

 

And she took it

 

In our covenants we built

 

A lasting companionship

 

In our young hands we held

 

The endless realm of possibility

 

The sturdy awe of the vast and powerful cities

 

I hold my spirit and soul in

 

In my soul I felt sick

 

And I turned in each direction

 

My head spun

 

Each road calling

 

Every path beckoning

 

Was it my longing for the sound of crashing waves

 

Or the ceaseless trails of earth and trees

 

My life had marked this world

 

In the print of wisdom and faith

 

I closed my eyes and listened

 

To God or love or faith

 

I heard it whisper

 

And I flew

 

I spread my wings and soared

 

Fleeting to the south

 

To The land of my forefathers

 

And I breath

 

The dirt in which I stand weeps at my return

 

It cries My son My son

 

You've been away so long

 

The soul of the cities welcome me

 

In song and dance and drink

 

My life blood grew warm

 

In my culture

 

My birthright

 

It was a place I knew seldom before

 

the sound of a song

 

Of laughter

 

Of contentment

 

I lifted my eyes to the heavens

 

I could see His smiling face

 

I gave thanks in God's name

 

I thanked Him for my home

 
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