Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. — Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. — Robert Frost
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. — Gustave Flaubert

Sunday, July 19, 2009

~ Light Within ~

Shimmering stars in the sky
Breathlessly I gaze
Twirling brightly, sparkling
I'm lost in my amaze

I reach but cannot touch
Miles so afar
Brilliant and so vibrant
I wish upon my star

I wish for my innocence
I want my younger years
For sharp, cunning swiftness
A feeling I hold dear

My life all a tumble
My heart such a wreck
I wish for my sanity
My mind safely kept

My star grows brighter
Grows wondrous with light
Sweeps down all around me
Banishes my fright

My mind all ablaze
With knowledge and love
My experience has meaning
A gift from up above

I now have the courage
It's heaven acquired
Renewed faith and love
I've so deeply desired

My star in the sky
It twinkles and winks
When I sink into sorrow
I'll remember to think

To experience the joy
The wonders I have
To live in the moment
Let go of the past

Calm and peace within me
Here I go again
I step once more onto the path
To share the light within
~© Bobbie Sandlin~

This was written during a time I was sure I was losing my mind. Change does that to you lol. I was searching and defining my faith, coming to grips with my mortality. I hope the message speaks to you.


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