I’m searching the expansive, azure sky
For a woman’s anodyne brown eyes
That escaped from her face
To watch this place,
Keep my heartbeats and breaths in view,
Saying enlightened prayers
Into the compassionate air
Of God’s loving universe.
Everything is going to work
And ease the hurt
From a thousand wounds
Inflicted by yesterday’s knife.
The future is a healing balm
And a good luck charm
Against the darkness and disaster
Still looming in childhood
Gloomy clouds and unhappy nightmares.
dear uriah, i love the healing balm of this poem. keep up the good work.
Well, John beat me to it but, I too love the thought of the future being a healing balm. That's a wonderful thought.........one I would expect to hear from you. Great poem Uriah. Sincerely, Mary
A poem which transcends the past, without ignoring it. 'I believe that mankind will not merely endure, but prevail.' said William Faulkner in his Nobel Prize acceptance speech. One soul at a time, I say. A poem of hope, in this sense.
My friend, from a scale of 1-10 i give you 20.. you've made my day with this one. I needed something to remind me that hope is all we have and with this poem you have achieved this. I wish you all the best and may you find those eyes that will lead you 'home' like guiding stars. Take care HBH
What a great poem. Too many of us were vicitms of these inflicted knives-and then a little later vicitms of self inflicted knives. The future offers hope for growth and healing. Warm Greetings Ray
the lucky have chosen the right parents for the rest of us the deck of childhood is stacked against us but this strong poem offers hope and that's a blessing a wonderful poem
Your future's going to be great Uriah, because you deserve a real good one. I hope you find those eyes. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep the faith Uriah! I really enjoyed this power to the universal way of yours. 10 from agreeing Tai