Gary James Smith

Rookie (Sept.22,1946 / Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario)

Looking Out The Window Poem by Gary James Smith

Looking out the window brought into focus what attire to wear
It wasn't a long walk for solitude and meditation
Maybe the running shoes would suffice for this jaunt
The hoody draped over the armchair brought protection from the wind
The flowing of the flag in the park dictated its direction
I knew which way I would be headed
The eyegate brought into view things normally missed along the way
Papers faded in colour and strewn across the culverts
Pop cans cigarette butts, string, an old ball that some dog had played with
And finally upon numerous retrieves, had decided, enough was enough
The familiar barking of the neighbourhood dogs as their attention was arrested
Who was this coming near their territorial boundary
Their alertness brought out the aggressiveness or friendliness
A quick glance in their direction was enough to know the ground rules
Vehicles, trailers, lumber presented laneways collectables
Each yard a determination of what are these people like anyways
Meandering thoughts took flight and permeated the mind
Brief moments of ascertation and concentration to that effect
Suddenly a cat scuttled and ran for the hedges
Peering out with wondering eyes, what's this guy doing here
Low thoughts, natures variety of humanity and human conditions
High thoughts, God made me and is intrinsically interested
In both my physical and spiritual condition
You enable this puny brain to wrap its mind around things
Temporal and things eternal, You break into this mindset
You help me to soar above the heavenlies
And wing my flight to realms unknown but yet known because of Who You are
A transcendancy takes place and it is no longer the things of this world
But of other worldliness,,,,, Thy World no less......Heaven......The Glory of God
You are to be known and can be known through the person and work of our Lord Jesus Christ
How worthy is Thy name and the understanding of Thy character, Holiness personified in the flesh
God the Son and the Son of God.............Hallelujah! What a Saviour
Before I know it, I've gone quite a few blocks and yet
It seemed that I had only just begun
My mind and heart, hidden from the view of neighbouring eyes
Contained peace and joy and a refreshing aroma of spiritual fortitude
I am His and He is mine
I opened the door, unlaced the runners, removed the hoody
The flag across the way on the pole was hanging still
No wind now, it was well, with my soul................

Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, February 26, 2013

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Copyright February 26,2013 12: 33 am

Gary James Smith

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  • Silver Star - 3,877 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (2/27/2013 9:19:00 AM)

    I sincerely thank you for taking us along! a beautiful poem that generously explains about the minute details and at last the mind thinks about the God! (Report) Reply

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