Rich layers of skin once lush and tan; now whittled down to a wrinkled hand.
Landscape of Life has intervened; a rip and tear from every seam.
Why, oh why, does it take a loss to teach us the power of the coin we toss?
Looking back on all the sorrow; never enough to give or borrow.
Clouds may pass to bring blue sky; although time still finds a way to cry.
Tears of sadness as memories flow; not enough ribbon to cut into bow.
Bring back the past to find a way; although how far back, I cannot say.
For if the record skips a bit; life would lose the current fit.
No longer would the person meet, the person meant to cross the street.
Landscape of Life is how it is meant; cherish each treasure that God has sent.
Believe in each gift and hold it close; precious moments remind as fire embers glow.
We miss you on The Dirt Road Storytellers
Larry, yes, I admit I haven’t been myself as of late. A few medical issues have gotten in the way. Once I am past those I hope to be right as rain.
Cindy, rarely do we meet someone that writes as well as you, when you write angles whisper poetry to you and your hand write the words that angles sing
Larry, thank you profusely for your words of inspiration.
Christopher, thank you so much for your thoughtfulness. I’m glad this poem stirred thoughts for you as it did for me – after reading it once again. Sometimes the power of the pen is unmistakable.
Cindy, quite beautiful, evocative, meaningful, the melancholy inspires hope and encourages the reader to look below the surface of what’s happening. Something you could share with a friend or someone close at a time of challenge. Thank you