There You Are

I've spent moments searching my mind
For the days of forgotten time.
Looking back in memories of my life,
Searching the years of struggle and strife.

As we grow older we think of yesterday.
Did we do the right things in every way?
Or were the years wasted in vain...
And the laughter our only gain?

Many days of foolish youth gone by,
Should I sit here and wonder why?
Perhaps to remember without regret,
Only the good should I dare to reflect?

Then I think, time is not only the past.
There are the days ahead, make them last.
Then the moments of now are not very far.
Wherever you go, that's where you are.

Prayer

Times I lie here with troubled mind
Seeking answers that I can't find
Hope is far away and so unreal
Peace I wish for yet fear I feel

Closing my eyes I clasp my hand
Pray to God to understand
Forgive my sins, bless my day
Give me comfort, show me the way

Prayers are answered, this I know
Jesus had promised long time ago
That if I asked I shall receive
And in His promise... I do believe

Sometimes in doubt, without hope
It seems so hard for me to cope.
I turn to God to take my hand
To give me strength to understand

With a prayer fears are gone
And I'm no longer all alone
The peace I pray for is received
For in God I have believed

Silent Solitude

A wonderful place, the silence of solitude
In a forest dappled with light.
From Heaven above in a quiet interlude
God's warmth appears so bright.
I revel in the joy of nature's grace,
Felt so deep within my mind.
From this wonderful silent place,
Are all my cares quietly left behind!

In Memory of Momo - Dec 22, 2009

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there - I did not die.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there - I did not die.

Growing Old Alone

They cry for help, no one came
to their side, so they cry in vain.
Asking for nothing except a smile
to help them through another mile.

 
They wish loneliness just to end,
reaching out to make a friend.
They're turned away, cast aside.
Pain they feel and broken pride.

 
There's nothing a man can say
when another just goes away.
Growing older, you're left alone
wondering where all have gone.

 
Many will be on their final mile
trying to beckon a needing smile.
So open your soul, give a prize
to the hearts of those grown wise.

 
Someday we'll be in their place
hopefully living without disgrace.
It's sad enough just growing old.
So offer a smile, a pot of gold!

Richard 02-08-2004