1. Here For You
The past you cannot forget or undo;
The future is all we can look forward to.
I wish I could have been there by your side
Published: August 2019
Poetry has always been a remarkable way to balance my heart and mind. Hopefully I can help someone do the same.
The past you cannot forget or undo;
The future is all we can look forward to.
I wish I could have been there by your side
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A lonely star
sits in the sky.
It starts to flicker
and begins to cry.
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A friend of mine once asked me
Just how could I believe
In someone I never saw,
Nor spoken words received.
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Lord, at times we come to you, our faith is not as strong.
But in your loving arms we fall; you show us that we belong.
You carry us when we think we can't go any longer.
I love this poem. It's an excellent poem. One of my favorites from this website.
As I wander through the green, green, grassy glades
With valleys swathed in darkness.
In deep dark tunnels of despair,
all my burdens laid on my shoulders.
Inspiration comes and goes.
Sometimes it ebbs, sometimes it flows.
There is no rhyme or rhythm here.
Sometimes it's far, sometimes it's near.
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