where is the beacon
that illuminating light of realization  
that says we're living in a world
which is telling of our civilization

the news casts relay
all of the bad events happening
on every inch
of our planet's clay

we're shocked and dumbfounded
by what we see and hear
these horrid occurrences
bring to this world more than one tear

will there ever be a time
when we as citizens of Earth
shall live in harmony's
peaceful rebirth

war and conflicts
in nations close and far
ever the leaders of tyranny
armed and ready to spar

natural disasters ongoing
earthquakes floods and droughts
populations by the score
feel these most terrible of touts

outbreaks of diseases and viruses
seemingly all of them on the rise
Ebola currently affecting
the African continent with demise

our planet is full of worry and woe  
of these articles there's a never ending show
news travels fast around the globe
and little of it tells of a bright strobe

They say, "Keep on keeping on..."
Why not, "Give on giving on..."

They say, "Take it easy..."
Why not, "Give it easy..."

They say, "Take care..."
Why not, "Give care..."


And they say, "Giving away"
When they actually mean, "Taking away"


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 17, 2014

I'm so sorry folks!
At one time I had an idea.
I was going to have T shirts
Made up with poet names
On as the leaves of the tree.
It's a fantastic idea. But I simply
Can't afford to have the T shirts
Printed at this time. My mom
Has some special needs.

Again, I do apologize!

If you have any questions contact me
Via the site message system.

Thank you!

Catherine

Dreaming of warmer days,
Walking hand in hand through the sand,
With the one she loves.
She was a free spirit....

Who could understand
People come and go.
Who is left? Who is she?
Sitting down among the stars..

Crying into the wind,
Wanting what her heart yearns
For and having trouble giving in.
Wrapping her soul in the hands of her maker....

Crying to her Lord.
One day soon.. One day soon…

He whispers to her soul....

This day she was a free Spirit.
A spirit was she…..

This day came just like before
A visitor like no other she knew no more
The mystery of her past came flowing gently forth
Singing like an old shoe that would be drowning her soul...

The labor was too much as her hands would bleed
As she tried and tried again to nail herself to heaven
The words seemed scrambled
Falling from the earth....

Hearing the laughter flowing oh so gently
As she sang so softly to ears of no one
Bleeding from head to toe
Just wanting to hear the words
'I love you'....

Hearts break and bend
On those special days
Bursting with sadness
That can only begin...

Looking at the past
The future to come
This day
She was one free spirit and there were more to come……


Debbie Brooks 2014