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
Copyright © Cheryl Koko Koomoa | Year Posted 2016
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