Dec. 6, 2008

I’ve often wondered
as the “writes” I read,
how each of us are alone indeed.
Hearts so full of passion
and feelings galore,
full of laughter and even more.
A willingness to hold a hand
of someone we’ve never met,
and let them know we won’t forget.
Amazing to me,
what it is we can’t see,
that “thing” that  sometimes grabs you or me.
My faith tells me, that those feelings
SOMETIMES come from above,
wanting us to understand the difference
between being alone and being loved.
The lonely times when we do feel blue,
are meant to be something for
us to know what is true.
Compare and contrast,
look for what will last.
Give love with extra measure,
not seeking self-gratifying pleasure.
I now walk through the lonely moments,
taking note and wanting to understand,
what I will do better,
when the right person walks up and asks
to take my hand.                                                                           A  walk with someone who sees me for me,
and not what he pretends I could or should be
a walk along a path where he now understands
there is a difference between the sadness
and the walk hand in hand.
Back in 2008, I was walking a road, seeking…I found some poets to share the journey with. I will be  eternally grateful for each of them, they listened, and touched my heart with their presence.  They helped me understand “me”.

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