A Poet's Tale

In a world of fury and sound, where all about chaos surrounds 
We run in circles of endless chase, our lives we spend in perpetual haste. 
The road to no where is littered with dreams, each a broken heart and left to bleed. 
Walk along this journey with care, for every step finds a fallen brother there. 

There is a place where peace still dwells, untouched within our spirits well 
The golden cord which holds the means, To dip within forgotten dreams. 
The river flows within each soul, as we search for treasure of joy untold. 
While all about are losing their way, look to Jesus who holds the day. 

Speak your mind with tales of old, open your heart for all to own. 
A poet’s tale is one of words, to paint the world in ways he yearns. 
Ones true love and passion on fire, words to color every desire. 
Within the realm of thought he resides, expressing without, all inside. 

Inspiration knows no void, where love and compassion forever join 
Speak the truth in kindness first, and quench the hearts of all who thirst. 
Make no man beg his need, when in his hour you can heed 
Prepare your heart to receive, when first you act, then believe. 

The silence of thousand tears, dance in the wind beyond his years 
To know the place from which they came, one need only feel his pain. 
Known by few he walks alone, beyond horizons edge toward his Heavenly home. 
Though he still has miles to go, his eyes are fixed above as the world slips below. 

The world cries out for others to create, explain all things between love and hate 
“Tells where, and when and why“, expose the truth, your soul open while others pry. 
Should the truth be much to bear, eyes go blind while we pretend to care. 
If not beauty or wonder he shares, deafness falls on all who hear. 

A poet’s tale is one of truth, a journey begun in innocent youth 
He grows in age and wisdom learned, gives the mass what they yearn. 
In the darkness when midnight falls, his echo follows in empty halls 
What the words fail to carry, are all thoughts he’s forced to bury. 

He views the world in hues of gold, where friends are cherished, loved and told 
His heart is open for all to see, the gift of love, is always free. 
Write the words upon the page, the world will judge throughout the age. 
Grace and peace his gift to all, and all will watch when he falls. 

There is no end to this story, for when dawn breaks he’ll bask again in God’s Glory 
Should the morrow find him well, another adventure he will tell 
He who has ear let him hear, the poets song of love so dear. 
Who and what is a man inside, no longer will his soul he hide. 

JD. 15-June 2010.