The Arrival Of The Lark - Poem by Hazel Durham
The long introverted days of winter,
Bringing this year to an end,
As memories flood of good and bad times,
We try to mend.
I long to see my parents again,
But their days are long gone,
They ripened my nature with sunshine,
The light of their love and care,
In the corners of my mind,
Death is final and so unfair,
Sometimes we lose our souls, as life unfolds,
With dark foreboding moments,
Like been threatened by a killer shark,
As we wait for the light of the spring,
With the arrival of the melodious lark,
As the New Year is on our doorstep,
Of wishing the dead to rise,
To knock on our doors like a miracle surprise.
To comfort us with the pleasure of their loving presence,
Reaching out with thoughts so pure.
The slings and arrows that are aimed at us,
We learn to endure,
We embrace our past loved one's, they know who we are,
Their brightness lingers each slumbering night,
With their strength we never give up the fight
For truth in a world covered in clouds, hiding hard facts,
The rain of starvation, disease and pain,
Pelting down with no mercy,
We can change the situation by reaching out with kindness,
A planet of heroes digging away to uproot the goodness,
Like the teachings of the bible leaving Christ's mark,
Working towards a better dawn,
With the arrival of the beautiful song of the lark.
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