Journey

Journey I seek what dreamers seek; Whenever I see the effects of bloody nonsensical wars and the horrific panic on the faces of innocents who have unwilling ears and uncertain hearts When they cry out to God : ' WHY'? OH WHY?' Sometimes life can be so brutally unfair. So unlike our Creator. What have we become? Therefore, I pray and I do what dreamers do; Retreating to peaceful harbors and rivers that gently meander, through peaceful meadows down to the waiting blue sea, sweet scents of flowers of winds breath on a summer breeze. I look for what dreamers seek on journeys worth taking; The crisp colors of fall, mellow yellows and rusty reds, nip and biting cold kisses of Jack frost the smoky scents of leaves burning; Harbingers of approaching winter And I pray and therefore do what dreamers do; Praise in songs that calm my soul reading by soft firelight from your Words of wisdom, writing poems of life and love.... Hiding myself in dreams of love's constant shelter, because I have lived enough to know that life can be so unfair and journeys worth taking are dreams worth millions. Copyright © Cheryl Koomoa 2016