you open your eyes every morning
you harbor the scars of the past
you reach for the hand of an angel
she's there, beyond your grasp
i know the pains that you're feeling
i relate to the war of the soul
i hear and I fret over sadness
i rock to your rhythm to roll
i thrive on the promise of tomorrow
i bide each moment, I mope
i adore the thought that you'll need me
i persevere and I wait just to hope
i race along with the breezes
i seek the haven from pain
i'll rush to your arms within seconds
reach out, I'm wet from the rain
You build your case well... and i find no fault with it. T'would be an ideal situation..... yummy and sweetable for two. You're on a roll, Toosie. Careful, now......... - Bill
We each can apply the thematic progression of this poem to our own experience
'reach out, I'm wet from the rain'
We're also drenched by the pouring pain that the stormy clouds of life discharge from time to time.
'i seek the haven from pain'
Knowing that life does not ask us what we want but rather leaves us with a daily dose of options.
'i thrive on the promise of tomorrow'
Our incentive in life is the hope of a better tomorrow.
I could dwell my thoughts upon and unpack much nourishing meat from this write, Susan.
Susan, isn't it wonderful to know that when you reach for the hand of an angel she's there to grasp. This is such a nice inspirational writing. The beauty in this is overwhelming & it is fulfilling to the soul.
Hands of an angel all around you <>Precious sensations to behold-{Just beautiful}-love{ <*>}Ted
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 29, 2007
Oh, Susan, you have one of the most unique ways of addressing the situation that I believe I have ever seen. I NEVER tire of reading you . . . Never . . . This poem is so you, so . . . you . . . Gotta love it . . .
Love tinka
ET
'reach out, I'm wet from the rain'
We're also drenched by the pouring pain that the stormy clouds of life discharge from time to time.
'i seek the haven from pain'
Knowing that life does not ask us what we want but rather leaves us with a daily dose of options.
'i thrive on the promise of tomorrow'
Our incentive in life is the hope of a better tomorrow.
I could dwell my thoughts upon and unpack much nourishing meat from this write, Susan.
Regards
Dai
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Walt
Fee