For Us
Please say to the wide eyed
Orphaned girl,
About the family she’s been waiting for.
And the damaged son
With his heart on the run
Tell him spring brings a brand new sound.
Sing songs to that lonely beggar,
Lift the heart of a soul
Very far from home.
All we ever want,
Is to finally reach solid ground,
And someone we can trust.
There’s comes a time
When the scars we carry
Will start carrying us.
And crippling are the cracks
That seem to grow
Out of our hands.
No matter how much we keep walking
We can’t seem to rid ourselves,
Of the worry
Gathering dust upon our shelves.
And the holes
Inside our ragged shoes
Keep growing bigger by hour.
Until someone climbs upon a hidden tower,
How will any lost ever be found?
It’s when the hand
Reaches through
The iron prison bars,
That the dream of seeing sunlight
Doesn’t seem so very far.
Please tell the hopless watchmen
With his eyes upon the dawn,
That the light will always come.
Gentle be the hands that bathe
The gorgeous, broken ones.
Remembering the first time
You came home.
And were cradled in warm waters of forgiveness.
And the love that you had missed,
Kissed you gently
Like a friend you’d always known.
Don’t let another person live alone.
Take a moment now to gather
And remember
That our hearts were made for time
Like a parchment in bottle
With a message hidden somewhere deep inside
Drifiting off to float in someones sea
And be opened by a pair of waiting hands
Anxious for another persons land
We’re too alive too just stand still
And let our arms be empty
When the treasures that we’ve dreamed of
Are just one adventure from
Our creeking porch.
Please say to the hopeful,
Watchful world,
That you’re here to tell a story.
The final word
Is one they’ve heard
That there’s more then silence waiting
When the branches they’ve been climbing
Open up to greater skies
And everything they’ve ever dreamed about
Is realized.
I'm still in the process of completing this poem but thought it was important to share it. I can't really describe except to say that our comfort zones at times keep us from communicating to the people who need us most. I mean that at a very human level. In a very human way we all need people. Perhaps someone needs you, needs your touch, your listening ear. And just as well you need them. To be kind is the ultimate human experience. You need to be kind just as much as someone needs kindness. It touches the givers heart perhaps even more then the receivers. So this is my message for us. Touch a soul, be a soul.
Sincerely,
Jaelle The Giver.
