Two More Poems

I Believe

I was once walking and I heard a Voice
The Voice told me that I had a choice
I pretended that I didn’t hear,
Although I couldn’t turn my ear.
The Voice followed me down the path,
Until I stopped to turn and laugh.
I turned and said that I couldn’t believe,
Then He said that He wouldn’t leave.
He said “I am the way, the truth, and the light…”
He said it over and over until I screamed with great fright.
I screamed “Who are you so bold to say,”
“How come you didn’t save me today.”
“You say you’re the light but I wouldn’t know,”
“I’m stuck in this darkness until tomorrow.”
The Voice said that there was one way out,
Then I fell on my knees and began to shout.
There was only one way to see the light,
But I was so stubborn that I turned to fight.
“Where have you been all of these years?”
“Through all the hard times and all the tears?”
The Voice said “I was always there”
“I was always here and everywhere”
“Through all your pain and hardships too”
“I was always there to see you through.”
“You just didn’t know me at the time”
“And now all you have to do is climb.”
“Climb to the highest of heights you see,”
“Climb up until you meet me.”
I pondered until I knew the way,
And then I found that I couldn’t stay.
I started climbing up to the top,
I went so high I thought I would drop.
Once I got there it couldn’t be
That I was in Heaven with the One and Only.
He said “Come to me son, and don’t ever leave,”
“For you are here because you believe,”
“I love you more than you’ll ever know,”
“I’ll always love you today and tomorrow,”
“You are forgiven for all you’ve done,”
“And I am proud to call you my son.”


Beach

The crashing of the blue-bubbling waves roll over my feet,
The sound of the water is soothing to my mind,
I see the setting sun on the horizon making a blood-dimmed tide,
The warm soft sand forms to my back as I sit in its loving warmth,
And the soft breeze is blowing over me to cool me from the sun’s rays.

My life is all but a dream,
And all is as it should seem,
The loving of the blood-dimmed tide
Is sure to cool my side.
The warmth that I feel from the sun,
Is angles having fun.
The roaring of the waves,
Is the sound of the dead in their graves.
Their rising from ground,
Is that very sound,
I hear when the waves pound down.