She
is but a faded memory now.
There
was a time when the entire forest was alive because of her.
Life
was filled with sweet memories.
The
sun was always warm and bright and the birds chirping, was sublime.
The
world had happy rainbows, and giant puffy clouds roamed the sky.
She
inspired the hearts of men to rise above the crowd,
Make
beautiful paintings, create fine linens and sculptures.
Everywhere
she walked, the world was warm, bright, and surreal.
Her
days seem to be a distant memory now.
The
sky grows darker, the wind blows mightier, and the sun has lost its
warmth.
The
children of men do not run and laugh as they used to.
Music
is never on the right cord, and life is empty and cold.
How
do we get her back and how do we learn to love, sing, and be happy?
Who
is this woman who creates life blooming to its fullest?
She
used to dwell in the hearts of all of God’s children.
I
ask you once again, who is this woman?
Her
name is Hope.
At
the end of the day when the sun has been put away,
Will you think back on this day and be able to say:
Have I done any good in the world today
Have I helped anyone in need
Have I cheered up the sad, and made someone feel glad
If not, I have failed indeed.
Did you remember the stranger who sits alone on the bench
Did you ever wonder, what is it that makes his heart wrench
When you saw a lovely older lady crying, did you stop to help
What have you done that merits the smiles of heaven this day
When you meet God and he shows you your life, what will He say
Only you can change the world you live in by changing you..
No matter where you try to run away to, you'll be there when you get
there.
Be happy, helpful and loving to everyone that you meet.
Go out of your way each and every day, to help someone you do not
know.
Be free of doubt when it is your turn to sit in the judgment seat.
In the dim of the
night, at the end of my time,
I look back in
reflection and wish I could correct the mistakes.
I have loved, been
loved, and even used love cruelly.
I have known the
tender sweetness of your passions, whispered so gently in my ear,
as the night
envelopes around us in its quiet moments.
I remember the
gentleness of your voice in the night.
I remember the
quiet times of passion that we shared,
and the loud sounds
of laughter coming from children.
My life is a dream,
and you are the sweetest memory of it.
Together we have
overcome many obstacles and no near the end,
we still hear the
quiet whispers of love, just as we did in the beginning.
My hear is full of
gratitude for the time, love and patience that you have given me.
I feel like the man
who just won the lottery each time you kiss me,
or touch my hand,
or give me a wink.
Life, love, and
gratitude are intertwined in the whispers of the heart.
Glen Bear Smith
11/09/2007
I am complete
Like
the extreme heat from the sun
my love for you is continuous.
Your love for me is even hotter.
I melt at your touch or kiss.
You bring my soul to the center
of your universe, and I am complete.
Bear
YOU TAKE MY BREATH
AWAY
