Words, words, words, black, brown, red, words
for which my tears have shed. The living word
speaks truth, yet one must die to have real proof.
Our birth from death is taught in 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 stay.
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 rebirth.
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 cobalt sky.
I want to read poems with my legs dangling over the highest
cliff, this…only this will give my earthly heart a lift. To stare
out 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, to 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.