i am at my journeys end
looking back at my life, family, friends.
all my life i tried to be, smiling, happy, and carefree.
but! at times life throws you a curve ball
just to see if you have the gall.
to turn your life completly around
and to see if you have found.
all the beauties that GOD has given to us.
if in him we put our trust.
the curve ball is not to strike you out
but to see if you'll fight that bout.
the fight is not physical
but a raging war within you
so that you may see, right from wrong
and to grow big and strong.
this is the life that i am seeing
and this is the life that i'm not believing.
so many times i had the chance to
pick up the slack.
but i refused, and turned my back.
what must it take for us to see
the love from our family.
in life we all need a helping hand
let's just stop and take a stand.
we can not do everything in life alone
that is something that is shown.
even CHRIST needed help
so to the apostles, the cards he dealt.
he showed the apostles that if their belief is great.
the words they teach, is not too late.
like everyone else, i see the journeys end
but! through my poetry- i found my friends.
we do not have to do special deeds
' just help someone that's in need'.
this is what GOD wants us to learn
it is time we take our turn.
let us keep the children in sight
when we pick up our pens-' and start to write'.
if we could save just one child through our words
then we'll know that we've been heard.
' poetry is the key'
to set a childs mind free.
Thought I could almost feel the bumps in this one, which I thought also gave it extra character. Hopefully it's all talk for now, Great write Louis 10+++
A very beautiful message is woven by your words in this page. A truth about life is very well told. I had a nice read early in the morning. Thanks for sharing. It deserves many 10's.
Very noble sentiments expressed here. They bear witness to both a fine poet and a worthy human being. God bless and take care. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is th key, to set a childs mind free... Perfect