To the Glory of God
To Gwenyth with Love
There seems no hope; no response to your best effort
the rain evaporated before it hits the ground
your family tells you off
your friends borrow money
it seems everyone cherishes their lies
what seems a miracle only means people tell you to shut up
your cat steps on the bible
the best weather has no purchase
yet all that matters is the chance your effort is received,
no matter how small the chance
so the sun dances and the clouds are mountains
with villages or high-rises
the leaves are applauding or act as confetti
the snow is like grains of truth sweeping off the branches
the grass is a soft carpet and the lakes are a celebration of hope
the ocean is like the night sky deep with life that fertilizes our dreams
dreams are only questions and nobody is condemned
the mind swirls in delight
the heart is on the sleeve even in war or abandone
all that matters is the chance to learn from the other
students to our pupils, as what goes around comes around
love is a real thing, faith is the road we walk on and hope makes
tomorrow the same as a friend
No one moment defines the life and we all write more than poems
cities rise, people move, life lives, hope streams
faith is heaven right now
Because no one resonds, so that my chance is great now,
to forgive.
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