Arthor Journer

The Writing On The Wall - Poem by Arthor Journer

Seasons of my heart foretell of mental weather to come
If seeds should be planted or harvest the apples and the plums
Wintering the summer or springing after the fall
With new glasses on reading the writing on the walls
Brisk winds saunter through my brain
Mental dark clouds usher in the cleansing rain
Emotions stir the oceans of my heart with this heat
Crashing waves signify winter's fierce retreat
Messages in sand now yield to destiny's call
Now the words are alive crucified on the wall
Rainbows tell of the promises and vows revealed
Words and deeds in my heart now are sealed
Another day melts into yesterdays gone by
But dreams for the future are gifted with wings to fly
The arrows now commanded to be still and stall
In order that my weakening eyes may read the writing on the wall
Though years go on and the season change
The signs and the signals still remain the same
And as the generations come and go like a fad
The bricks sigh and weep for the thought is so sad
That as passers by rush to the job or to the mall
That they overlook the writing that is on the wall

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 9, 2008

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