Words, words, words, black,
brown, red, words upon which
my tears have shed. The living
word speaks truth, yet one must
die to have real proof.
Birth to death we are taught the
Holy text, we will not truly live until
this sacrifice has been met. The sky
will open the “Just” will fly away; the
“Wicked” given a second chance must
Words, are they truth or a means for
the pious to lie, and for the answer, are
you willing to die? I want to believe, to
hope, to live life to its fullest here on
earth, and I choose to live until that final
To taste the lush berries down in the
blackberry thicket, to smell the wild rose
on the side of the hill, to find a love that
will not let my heart be still. I want to lie
in a clover field watching bellowing clouds
float by, to gaze at a summer’s azure sky.
I want to read poems with my legs dangling
over the highest cliff, this…and only this will
give my earthly heart a lift. To stare at forever
on the landscape below, as I pray that my time
in the here and now will travel ever so slow.
I want to dip my toes into a frothy sea, to feel the
salty wind upon my face and know that I am in the
right place. Here on earth with my love by my side,
yes, oh yes, God can wait for a while.
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