Stand,
before our eyes,
witness the world we live in.
Is it far different than
any life we might imagine?
I cry
for the lost and meek.
Their stories
often remain
unheard.
I weep
for the free spirit
somehow laying down
unable to move
with quiet pain.
I hope
for dignity
and character
In those around us;
that may live alongside our soul.
We celebrate
with family and friends
the everlasting spirits that
came before us.
Their Names belong with us.
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
each morning sun
reminds me God (by a name)
creates our world,
knowing far greater worth.
Tonight we celebrate
together;
families uniting.
A wondrous beauty
that reasons a new life.
That I might
understand that words
have a merit,
far beyond
echoed dreams.
No matter language
the message imports
one true meaning.
And shan’t we dignify
Such truths?
We fire our minds
in tragedy and hope
the stars may watch
our transgressions
with sympathetic eye.
May the night
bless our lives
one time to realize
Love is that word
that creates our harmony.
Might our truth be such
that Peace and Good Will,
really might beckon our hearts
in a manner;
offer guidance in solace.
Love, peace, beauty
And passion,
They may bring tears
Yet that Joy allows
our human kind renewal.
In holiday we gather our souls
And that is indeed a ‘wealthy’ gift.
Written while listening to Pachelbel’s Canon in D Major
Inspired by my brother.
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