End Up Blessed Poem by Erik Estabrook

Lend me your passenger ear, for the lonesome clouds are louder here,
Take the forsaken signs of loves vast pool,
And let me know that the cross is in you,
Take my hollow-tree-trunk-eyes for once shape them to make gestures that match my mind,
Take my limbs and make them powerful and strong, take my voice and make it ripple through the breaking dawn,

I'm not content with being, I want a better life,
Don't be complacent like the tame lamb who eats he same grass day and night,
Push for more, soul secure, end up blessed

With a bright and gentle nature peace will pass its sinless soul,
And all that we will feel is mountain air and words that are from another world,
Tap your mind to understanding God along who calls on souls,
Like the wildflower or crocus, roots in grounds that aren't its home,
Travel light and swiftly,
Be the bearer of Gods love and may you always see around you those who love with fullcrum zest,

Use your known ways as logical stands to compare with complex thought,
Be no slave to anothers judgement,
Always help the distraught,

When your full and aged, May you sleep like a sovereign moon,
And when you plant a wildflower may it bloom into a field,
When we cross paths again I see your spirit never fails,
So when you sit down and your eyes shut to earthly boundaries,
I hope your sight never ends,
And your spirit sits in hallowed ground,

Let the paths we choose be wise and heaven sent and my foremost wishes for you is that you always end up blessed.


copyright2013@Erik Estabrook