Long Journey,
yet it was never too late
to crest the memories of yesterdays
A voyage that was finished before
and here I am gazing beyond
through oriel windows once more
An ocean wide stretched from afar
with a quill and vellum on my hand
I wrote these words and understand
life was never easy reaching its core
self must refine from silver to gold
dreams red as velvet, white as snow
Pure as the heart of every little boy
molded from a mother’s fervent love
brave, a father’s heritage in honor of
Blessed by the gift of God up above
toiling day and night from my storm
He never left me lonely, till all is won
I gazed back to the oceans and saw,
Someone familiar...
Could it be…
Land A Home,
it was a moment of spring
I step the shore, my heart felt its beat
And Lo, my guardians caress on thee
for there is no sweeter victory
than the ones who truly loved me
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
Long Journey,
yet it was never too late
to crest the memories of yesterdays
A voyage that was finished before
and here I am gazing beyond
through oriel windows once more
An ocean wide stretched from afar
with a quill and vellum on my hand
I wrote these words and understand
life was never easy reaching its core
self must refine from silver to gold
dreams red as velvet, white as snow
Pure as the heart of every little boy
molded from a mother’s fervent love
brave, a father’s heritage in honor of
Blessed by the gift of God up above
toiling day and night from my storm
He never left me lonely, till all is won
I gazed back to the oceans and saw,
Someone familiar...
Could it be…
Land A Home,
it was a moment of spring
I step the shore, my heart felt its beat
And Lo, my guardians caress on thee
for there is no sweeter victory
than the ones who truly loved me
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Have A Blessed Sunday
God bless you Poets
There is no Place to feel Victory... But in Home
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