The world we’ve known waits outside the door
Where it may be what we’re praying for
A kindly word or a tender heart
To grace the day with a healthy start.
Outside the door where true life exists
Common sense should forever persist
For each needs the strength to carry on,
Passion to follow when hope is gone,
Then reach for the sky to touch a cloud
Praising the Lord and his power aloud !
Often our dreams get whisked away
Ere each one has a word to say
Too many wishes we have seen
That fall into the cracks between,
The saga of a life close to
Its pending end and what to do
We’ll find a spot to set aside
For this our last and final ride.
Our dreams and wishes are just that
A chance to wear another hat
But if you choose to praises sing,
Get set to catch the big brass ring !
I’ve trod the road uncounted miles
And shed more than a million tears
While time evoked a thousand smiles
As life revealed a hundred fears.
I cannot know the why of it
From each angle life has displayed
I only know I hope to fit
Before all of my cards are played !
Dark storm clouds gather up on high
While shafts of light shoot cross the sky
The rain it tumults to the ground
And fills each crevice to be found.
The thunder and the lightning roar
As darkness creeps inside the door
The streets are full of glistening streams
That flow forever, so it seems.
All lives encounter stormy days
Both cold or sad in countless ways
With this exception each may take
God helps us up before we break !
Our aims got tangled and went adrift
The spirit’s drowning and needs a lift
While our dreams have somehow gone astray
Pray this confusion soon melts away.
At the root of all that we believe
And a part of ideas we conceive
May the love of God instill great peace
And from life’s distress grant all release !
And so our days just roll on by
Some with a tear, some with a sigh
Now there are times when it’s worthwhile
That all of us employ a smile
And so we move from day to day
Accepting life as come what may
Though hoping truly that our dreams
Are not as distant as it seems.
These dreams are made of fluff and stuff
Perhaps we cannot get enough
But time will know when we are done
Twixt tears or cheers, to end our run !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 