🍷 Kimberly, You Asked Me To Call You 🍷 Poem by James McLain

Kimberly, you asked me to call you,
But the night is long, the way unsure.
What must I do to seek the truth,
To touch a peace that might endure?

Humility stands like a quiet man,
Humbleness weeps in the tender rain,
Gratitude lingers, soft as twilight,
For time given to soothe my unending pain.

I have suffered greatly, the nights bear witness,
Each star a shard of what was torn.
Character wavers like wind-touched grasses,
Yet my heart beats steadfast, though weary and worn.

Ethical truths and moral compass
Should guide the hands of those who reign.
Others must show the depth of kindness,
A balm for wounds that still remain.

The bluest skies weep at injustice,
The moon reflects what the ocean hides.
Waves rise and fall with aching rhythm,
Borne by the push of unseen tides.

In bushes and trees, love finds its way,
In seas and seasons, that changes colors.
Spring will come with its soft renewal,
Yet winter waits with its frosted view.

Kimberly, the world is vast and like the sand is shifting,
Yet justice can bloom where truth takes root.
Call me forth, if the path lies hidden,
Together, we'll walk where none may refute me.