tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82140500702562321572024-02-20T18:24:50.539-08:00Rhyme and ReasonLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-11499258390077842622009-02-25T00:57:00.000-08:002009-02-25T01:02:21.667-08:00Behind the Wire<div align="center"><em>Behind the wire beauty lies</em></div><div align="center"><em>I see children at play skipping rope</em></div><div align="center"><em>Their mother looks down from the window above</em></div><div align="center"><em>Her heart filled with love and hope</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>The garden is green, full of flowers,</em></div><div align="center"><em>The birds frequent there every day,</em></div><div align="center"><em>The neighbourhood is bustling and the sun shines upon,</em></div><div align="center"><em>The children, innocent, at play</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>The building is painted bright colours,</em></div><div align="center"><em>Bright murals adorn the stone wall</em></div><div align="center"><em>Painted with love by those who live there,</em></div><div align="center"><em>The children had painted them all</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Music is heard through the open window,</em></div><div align="center"><em>Followed by the mother in song,</em></div><div align="center"><em>The children who know every word,</em></div><div align="center"><em>Begin to sing along</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>On the surface the song sounds uplifting,</em></div><div align="center"><em>On the surface the words appear glad,</em></div><div align="center"><em>But if you listen closely you will notice,</em></div><div align="center"><em>That the message conveyed's in fact sad</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I no longer can see children playing,</em></div><div align="center"><em>Hear singing, or see walls coloured bright,</em></div><div align="center"><em>Instead I can only hear a mother's praying,</em></div><div align="center"><em>For her children who died in the fight</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>The garden is taken over by weed and rubble,</em></div><div align="center"><em>And through the wire graffiti is splayed</em></div><div align="center"><em>As cold as the cold stone walls</em></div><div align="center"><em>Where once, happiness was displayed</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>But amidst the trail of destruction,</em></div><div align="center"><em>Behind the wire three red poppies stand tall,</em></div><div align="center"><em>Restoring hope to a new generation,</em></div><div align="center"><em>And love, within its walls</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="justify">This poem was inspired by a photo taken by a very talented friend of mine, Robyn Carter</div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-2385259163324893092009-02-25T00:41:00.000-08:002009-02-25T00:42:49.199-08:00For Nia GlassieI did not know you, but I love you<br />I could not hold you, shield you from pain<br />I know that God can now protect you<br />And that you did not die in vain<br /><br />Those who hurt you, can no longer<br />No more shall you be at harm<br />Those who love shall not forget you<br />Safe within the good Lord’s arms<br /><br />Baby girl you’re now an angel<br />And you now have wings to fly<br />Spread them, peace is waiting for you<br />In the heavens of the skiesLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-83987922643563192012008-04-06T04:00:00.000-07:002008-04-06T04:01:34.191-07:00The MarksmanEyes darken, narrow, intense<br />Muscles quiver, stance rigid and tense<br />Slowly, quietly he moves in<br />And approaches the unsuspecting<br /><br />Heartbeat quickens, breathing shallow<br />Choreographed movement as momentum builds<br />The marksman focuses on his prey<br />As he approaches the unsuspecting<br /><br />Swiftly, boldly, all enduring<br />With one foul swoop the deed is done<br />The hunted lies at the feet of the marksman<br />As in this here battle, the marksman wonLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-65695518733007840432008-03-01T02:00:00.000-08:002008-03-01T02:01:39.718-08:00THANKSGIVINGMany people go through life wishing<br />Always wanting more than they possess<br />When we see how others are forced to live,<br />Why is it so few people feel blessed?<br /><br />You do not live in a war zone,<br />With fighting and killing close-by<br />Afraid that this day might just be your last<br />That this is the day that you’ll die<br /><br />You do not live in a barren land<br />Complaining of hunger and thirst<br />The rain, storms, heat and the sunshine<br />You are sheltered from the elements worst<br /><br />You have friends and family who love you<br />A loving husband and son at your side<br />So many out there have no-one<br />As all their friends and their loved ones have died<br /><br />So don’t waste your life wishing and wanting<br />Or you’ll miss out on what you possess<br />A life so many only dream of<br />So many, unlike you, who aren’t blessed.Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-62806714532354997222008-03-01T01:11:00.000-08:002008-03-01T01:14:14.608-08:00LoveTo Zac...<br /><br />I love the way you smile with your eyes<br />I love the sound of your laughter<br />I love to hold you as you sleep in my arms<br />And to watch the expression of wonder<br />Upon your face<br /><br />I love to watch you experience new things<br />I love to tuck you down to sleep<br />I love to see the sheer joy<br />brought by the simple things<br />Upon your face<br /><br />I love to love you and call you my son<br />I love that you are loved by everyone<br />I love to see the joy you bring to others<br />Brought to others through the smile<br />Upon your face<br /><br />I love you Zac, that always know<br />I love you, Daddy loves you so,<br />We all love you, and as you grow,<br />Please always keep that smile<br />Upon your face<br /><br /> ... Love MummyLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-22317130068103217782008-02-23T03:40:00.000-08:002008-02-23T03:42:28.929-08:00WeatherI don't know whether I can weather this weather<br />Or whether this weather will last<br />Or whether this weather will keep getting better<br />Or whether this weather will pass<br /><br />But come rain, hail, or shine I'll have a good time<br />Whatever the weather will do<br />Because whether the weather gets worse or gets better<br />I will weather the weather with youLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-2872199426921506062008-02-23T03:36:00.001-08:002008-02-23T17:45:43.106-08:00DreamsIn my dreams I am a dancer<br />And I dance with style and grace<br />In my dreams I am a runner<br />And I win the longest race<br /><br />In my dreams I am a skier<br />And I ski the steepest slope<br />In my dreams I am a climber<br />And my lifeline is a rope<br /><br />But when morning comes and I'm awake<br />I see this cannot be<br />As what I dream and who I am<br />Are very different things<br /><br />The dancer has no music<br />The runner has no track<br />The skier has no mountain<br />And the climber's rope no slack<br /><br />So instead I play the music<br />And instead I walk the track<br />Each day I climb a mountain<br />And dare not to look back<br /><br />For when I hear the music<br />So beatuiful, I see<br />That I am doing all this and more<br />Not only in my dreamsLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-68477008722838500942008-02-23T03:29:00.001-08:002008-02-23T03:35:42.281-08:00The Sound of SilenceThe sound of silence echoes in her mind<br />Like a new day beginning to dawn<br />Like a rainbow of colours to a blind eye<br />And the crisp air of a winter's morn<br /><br />The silence so still, yet so piercing<br />Awakens her from a deep sleep<br />Thoughts form, in her mind many pictures<br />Some to discard, and many to keep<br /><br />The sound of silence echoes in her mind<br />Like the stars shining in the night sky<br />Like a droplet of water in an ocean deep<br />And a new babe beginning to cry<br /><br />She embraces, and treasues the silence<br />That encourages and helps her to hear<br />The very words that she had been avoiding<br />The very thoughts she had started to fear<br /><br />The sound of silence is broken<br />As from within is drawn a deep sigh<br />As she pours out her thoughts kept so long within<br />To the angel who sits at her side<br /><br />The angel, he listens intently<br />To her outpouring of anxiety and grief<br />Thoughts swollen inside, she'd so desperately hide<br />Now voiced, have given relief<br /><br />The sound of silence that once echoed in her mind<br />Has given way to the pictures in dreams<br />She'll paint every night, on her canvas, - her life<br />What the angel, he taught her to see<br /><br />The sound of music now echoes in her mind<br />Like a new day beginning to dawn<br />Like a rainbow of colours to a blind eye<br />And the crisp air of a winter's mornLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-1673727744790643402008-02-23T03:24:00.000-08:002008-02-23T03:28:00.657-08:00To NanaWhen I see a bird fly in the sky<br />I think of you so free<br />Laughter, walking in the park<br />All the fond memories<br />I see your smile in photographs<br />That are so dear to me<br />I feel your love etched forever<br />In my memory<br /><br />Let nothing ever come between us<br />Neither time nor space<br />For nothing we have ever shared<br />Shall ever be replaced<br />The love we shared no-one else felt<br />As it was just teh two of us<br />I know I miss the love we shared<br />But know it is not lost<br /><br />For God has taken you home with HIm<br />And from there you can see<br />Forever how I love you<br />And what you mean to me<br />So look down on me from Heaven<br />And guide me through each day<br />And let us share our love once more<br />When I close my eyes and prayLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-4498567122718047682008-02-23T03:18:00.000-08:002008-02-23T17:58:08.570-08:00Old Man<div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">On cracked grey concrete</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">The old man sits</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Teh lines of his face</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Show hardship and pain</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Torn shoes adorn his feet</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">A black plastic bag</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Shelters him from the rain</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">The street is his home</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">He has no place to go</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">No family or friends</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">No-one wants to know</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Just how did he get here, </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Where is he from?</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">there has to be someone</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Somewhere to belong</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">The rain eases up </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">And he's out on the street</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">His cap now off his head</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Is placed at his feet</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">His eyes cast low</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Having just woken from slep</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">He begs for some money</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">For something to eat</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">People walk past</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">With shopping in hand</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Their own eyes downcast</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">As they approach the man</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">So many walk past</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Look at him, then away</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Some people look sad</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">And throw coins his way</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">With money in hand</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">And cap back on his had</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">He walks into a shop </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">To purchase some bread</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Today is a good day</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">A whole loaf he can buy</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">It will last a few days</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">for now he'll get by</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">He lifts his gaze</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">To the skies overhead</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Black velvet clouds bring rain</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">He walks slowly back</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">To his home on the street</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">The plastic bag gives him shelter</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Again</span></em></div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-32885139089673342082008-02-23T03:15:00.000-08:002008-02-23T03:18:07.191-08:00Storm<em>Thunder</em> - like bomb blasts, rains through<br /><em>The sky</em> - blackened clouds, velvet clouds bring<br /><em>Rain</em> - pelting from the heavens and blown by the<br /><em>Wind</em> - blazing gusts chill to the bone<br /><br /><em>Sheet lightning, fork lightning</em> - like searchlights of<br /><em>The night</em> - follows the beat of<br /><em>The drum</em> - rubling thunder, percussive, consistent, brings<br /><em>The promise</em> - of lightning to comeLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-11774014052877316102008-02-23T03:12:00.000-08:002008-02-23T03:15:06.890-08:00Life's WebThe spider's web so intricate<br />Like the threads of a human life<br />Break just one thread and the pattern will change<br />To something new<br /><br />The spider's web so unique<br />Like a fingerprint<br />With each turn<br />The path of one's life<br />Is written<br /><br />The spider's web so delicate<br />Like the first breath of a baby newborn<br />The utmost care is needed<br />For it to grow<br /><br />The spider's web a work of art<br />Like a dream realised<br />Paints a picture<br />Of the soulLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-76339852091784082172008-02-23T03:07:00.000-08:002008-02-23T03:11:35.838-08:00Georgia<div align="left">Spinning in circles</div><div align="left">Piercing eyes</div><div align="left">Innocence of youth</div><div align="left">Radiant smile</div><div align="left">Uninhibited laughter</div><div align="left">I catch you glance</div><div align="left">And keep it</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Sitting beside me</div><div align="left">You hold my hand</div><div align="left">We communicate</div><div align="left">Through touch</div><div align="left">Through Love</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I watch you play</div><div align="left">Your dolls in a line</div><div align="left">So carefully placed</div><div align="left">Specifically timed</div><div align="left">Each has it's turn</div><div align="left">Each has it's place</div><div align="left">As do you</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Like your name</div><div align="left">A flower, a rose</div><div align="left">you are so special</div><div align="left">A gift from God</div><div align="left">You grow</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We learn from eachother </div><div align="left">As each day shines</div><div align="left">A new light</div><div align="left">With endless</div><div align="left">Possibilities</div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-83069479671926199862008-02-23T03:04:00.000-08:002008-02-23T03:07:40.149-08:00Insight<em><span style="color:#000099;">I hear what you see, and I taste every sight</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">I touch every vision, and I sense every light</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">For vision is not what is seen with the eye</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">But rather, a sense carried with you inside</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">The next time you can't focus, just close both your eyes</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">And the pictures will come to you clear in your mind</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">The colours more vibrant in the images you find</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">As you experience the world through the eyes of the blind</span></em>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-48427370138268059892008-02-23T03:01:00.000-08:002008-02-23T03:04:33.089-08:00Guardian of the SkiesThe light of the moon<br />The torch of the night<br />The stars in their billions<br />A wondrous sight<br />Peirce through black velvet<br />The diamonds shine through<br />The jewels of the night<br />Watching over youLiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-42007473499413698102008-02-23T02:59:00.001-08:002008-02-23T03:01:12.346-08:00Church Bell<em><span style="color:#660000;">The church bell rings a solemn tone</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">To all the kinfolk here be known</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">The Master, He has taken home<br />An angel</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">Gather here, ye all to see</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">In death, hath life restored to thee</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">With God the soul shall rise to be</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">An angel</span></em>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-28558237880178223542008-02-23T02:51:00.000-08:002008-02-23T02:59:03.716-08:00Hope<em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is a rainbow after a storm</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is a lighthouse guiding you home</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is a diamond in the night sky</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is an angel learning to fly</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is the sun, hope is your heart</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is love - a good place to start</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is a feeling, hope is for life</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is eternal, and hope heals all strife</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is your essence, your future, your past</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is your first thought and hope is your last</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope is your mother, your father, your friends</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope has a beginning and hope has no end</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hope IS</span></em>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-8509086347402874932008-02-23T02:27:00.000-08:002008-02-23T17:57:12.986-08:00Return to the Lighthouse<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">It was as she had remembered</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Left unchanged, an image unseen</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The lighthouse on the hill</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The ocean so still</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The source of many a dream</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Many decades had passed since her sighting</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">At the beach on that cold winter's night</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">But the image she saw would still haunt her</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Of the boat being tracked by the light</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Looking for answers to questions</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">She visits the lighthouse once more</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Thoughts race through her mind</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Of what she might find</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">As she turns the old latch on the door</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">An eerie feeling becomes her</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">As she navigates her way up the stairs</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">With each step that she climbs </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">She comes closer to find</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The answers she's searched for, for years</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">But now at the landing there's silence</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">No chilling whisper she hears</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">So she enters the room</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Where what she sees will consume</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The very essence of all of her fears</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">She notices a shadow before her</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">A silhouette by the house's bright light</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">But all around her is calm</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">As she reaches her arm</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">To a switch that will turn on a light</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Now plain as day before her</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The once silhouette is no more</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Now a ghost of a man</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The bones of a man</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Left sitting, on a chair, by the door</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The light in the room tells a story</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">As her eyes dart around at the scene</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">This man was the lighthouse keeper</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">And his charges were the lives on the sea</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">She notices a book by his body</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Open, with a scrawled note inside</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">A note written it seems</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The very night that she'd been</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">At the lighthouse, the night that he'd died</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">It told that the man once a sailor</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Had once witnessed a drowning at sea</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Such a terrible sight </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">He was drawn to the light</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Of the lighthouse to watch over the sea</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#993300;">On this night, the night of his passing</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The black sea was unusually still</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The man saw a boat sail before him</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">A boat that he'd seen once before</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Emotions boiled up inside him</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">And with tears welling up in his eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">He sat down in his chair</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">In the silence, hung his head,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The old man he began to cry</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Just then, he heard a voice softly spoken</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">A whisper, directed at him</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The voice was that of his young charge at sea</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Who had died having not known how to swim</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The boy had come to find him</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">To take the keeper home</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The old man's live was devoted to protecting</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Other sailors and guiding them home</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">So too, this sailor was guided</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">On a sailboat across the sea that cold night</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Guided home to the angels in Heaven</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Guided home by the lighthouse's bright light</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">The sailboat the young girl saw passing</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Was the final journey of a man</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Who watched over her father</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">And guided him home</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">In a storm that had battered the land</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">It was by chance that, that night she was sitting</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Alone on the beach by the sea</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">And it was by chance that she had seen the sailboat</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">That was meant for the keeper to see</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Though perhaps the message was simple</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">She was meant to be witness that night</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">To watch as a man who helped guide sailors home</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Was himself guided home to the light</span>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214050070256232157.post-78906207999379192222008-02-23T01:35:00.000-08:002008-02-23T17:55:59.950-08:00The Lighthouse<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>She sits by the sea, the cold black sea, </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Under the clear night sky</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>And gazing to sea, she sees what might be</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>A sailboat passing by<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>A flicker of light catches her sight</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>As it shimmers on the water still</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Coming not from the boat on the water afloat</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>But a lighthouse on a hill<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>She now shifts her sight to the source of the light</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>And curious, gets to her feet</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>She follows the gleam of the powerful beam</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Right up to the hilltop retreat</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Looking for more she opens the door</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>And quietly creeps up the stairs</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Once at the top she comes to a stop</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>As a whisper, she suddenly hears</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Bowing her head to hear what is said</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>She is told that it was meant to be</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>That she was sitting this night and drawn to the light</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>That was meant for her only to see</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>The sailboat she saw was neither out there no more</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Nor a trace of where it had been</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Just the sea lit up far from the billions of stars</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Had its presence simply been a dream?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>She sits by the sea, the cold black sea</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Having returned from the previous night</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>And gazing to sea what does she see</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>But the same boat being tracked by the light</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>She watches it sail until her eyes fail</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>And camouflaged in darkness it seems</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>And to this very day she still cannot say</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>If it was real or all was a dream</em></span>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05880564997657641375noreply@blogger.com2