(Motivational Speaker, died Oct 18, 2024 at the age of 49, father of two )
In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
Flying on the wings of hope, thankful every day for that special ray
that sends me to the sun, like a soaring Cormorant flying free..
Mixing clay and water I will build my wings and temper gently
with the coming of the light, just like Jonah did,
from the belly of the night....
The last few words I said to you, may they fall afresh like dew
on the lawn of your heart, may you run for peace and not forget
that when the waters rise and you can't swim,
do like Noah did and build an arc !
In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
I am a ripple in the quantum field of life, a pulse in the heart of you
listen and learn what it is that lights you up and fills you with joy.
Before you dare to go to those fields of gold where you never
grow old, just row and row and row and row, and never let go.
Categories:
kerwin, analogy, death, devotion,
Form: Free verse
every morning Gramma
landed in the kitchen with a righteous
appetite and her wispy hair perfectly placed
a proper cup of tea in hand
she would tell her precious grandchildren
you know, this day last year
Mr. Johnson trimmed his lawn and Audrey
Kerwin hung her first wash at eleven!
Gramma surveyed and recorded the goin’s on
good, bad, unspeakable, it was all in her precious
diaries in black and blue
at night, the kids snuck out of bed and moused
themselves to Gramma’s room
they never spoke
as they endured their parent’s rummy
feuds and folded to sleep on her corduroy couch
a few months after she passed
I asked where Gramma’s diaries were
their mother iced over as she turned away
much later, I found out
they were shredded
one by one
Categories:
kerwin, abuse,
Form: Free verse