in the tolerances of
the joinery
between night and day
I lie awake and
watch and pray
in the grey not light
i
watch the reruns
of my life
the whys,
the hows,
and
the wherefores,
the what ifs and if onlys
sick at the heart
over choices
made and not made,
talent,
promise,
treasure
squandered
I pray vague
incomprehensible petitions
for solace,
understanding
peace,
and
sing tuneless praise
to the divinity
who stands there in the
cracks of dawn
for all that
I am
then
I go into the sunrise,
tunelessly
singing
in the promising dawn.
I usually say with regards the crack of dawn is that the closest thing to sexual organs I have seen of late IS the "crack of dawn" and I know it has nothing whatsoever to do with this poem, but when have I EVER had a clue...;) Ed
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on March 8, 2005
A truly beautiful poem this one is written so well.
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
In "A Touch of Your Presence" are words that would inspire, encourage and strengthen one's soul when faced with challenges and difficulties and to know the awesomeness of God's power.
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Magnificently inspiring! I agree with Jerry on this one--one of your best, top drawer!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)