The heart and mind combine as one,
The spirit thus set free!
To rise on high, warmed by the sun,
On wings of poetry!
To swirl above, the clouds to move,
Then tip-toe here and there,
Above the storm, where angels soothe
And God knows every prayer!
The spirit senses everything,
The sun, the moon, the stars,
Beyond all Man's imagining,
Which sometimes proves a farce!
Consider dreams that melt away,
In minutes, they're soon gone,
Forgotten more than yesterday,
Yet life still carries on!
Far better then, to write one's thoughts,
Like journals of our lives,
Beyond the smatter of reports,
If memory survives...
Life isn't just the main events,
It's so much more than that!
It's so much more than finding friends
To gossip or to chat...
Sometimes it's quite profound, you know!
Sometimes it's fun and games!
Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow...
But who remembers names! ?
So write them down! Recall! Take note!
If Peter, James or John,
Your notebook's like life's antidote,
For poems and so on...
You may look back one day and smile,
At what you write right now!
Remembering it took a while,
Yet you should take a bow!
I wrote this poem just for YOU!
To grant some bright insight...
To help God's Spirit bless you, too...
Imagine! Dream! And write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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