For Us

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.