Where do I walk to reach you?
How does one such as I understand?
Here in the dirt in the dark I do wonder
Who will be there for my shaking hands?
Crying unworthy I always do falter
Unsteady footing falls scarily short
I feeling for something in the twilight
To whom will this earthbound being resort?
Life takes its toll on the weary, time adds up
Walking amidst the grave markers I gaze off
Heart aching then worrying at life’s cost
How many now wander frightened and lost?
Scriptures run circles in my minds files
Like a roller coaster my thoughts go up and down
Searching for answers, hope and solutions
I grow weary wanting to save all the lost
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Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2006
The act of saving is often a part of us that recognizes a part within ourselves that needs to be saved. With each save we grow to understand ourselves better and help the other to boot :-)
Teri, You must be psychic, or I am vain, for this poem seems to apply to a recent experience of mine - being told to GET LOST! for no good reason at all, leaving me virtually dead to society. David
Then you feel just like He does TJ wanting to save all the lost! If only they agreed they wanted to be saved, it would be so much easier.
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Regis
BEAUTIFUL poem and pic; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Felix
Love Tinka
Love the art too!
Eileen