WHIMSICAL POETRY


Time Waits
07/19/98

Vast and unique time calls to me,
an everchanging canvas.
Painted with emotions none can see
and love left behind.

As I look away toward the horizon
awaiting future wonders
emboldened by the past, and wizened,
love shimmers before my eyes.

Like memories of a long forgotten passion
or heat from a desert floor.
Hope sears my heart, obliterating ration.
As thought flees, I want to run

But lifting my eyes to see God’s everpresent hand
I am filled with peace
And I know, that as the mountains stand
So must I wait, love will come…

For now, the mountains beckon me.

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