Assignment Left Upon A Rock
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 62)
copyright 10-22-2007
Age Rating: 16 to 127
Assignment in grace
As ordered to find
A reason to continue
My shambled life
I have learned to write
There is a truth I believe in
As the days are fast in view
There is a love I seek
In the autumn hue
For in my time
I have loved
You
So in the garden of another day I ride the flavor
Of a place to stay
A heartbeat is golden
Cuts the tears away
I am a believer
I pray
Skies are dancing among the gray
In the first of fever
She held the way
A drift in passion
We love
We pray
It is a higher power
That leads the way
As the summer turns to autumn
Each finds the way
To believing in sun and rain
Vain is man
But we pray
The page is yellow
Words jump to eye
Tears stain the volume
I have learned to cry
As man takes so does God give
A higher power we live
And I pray
For a better day
Keys of living make a new group of words
Often I wonder is the voice heard
In time of trouble I still see
A message in the rubble
I pray for you then me
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As we get older, we (hopefully), realize that there is a maker, a designer, an architect, a higher power, call it what you may. I prefer to call it God! Yes, there is more to this wonderfully scripted orb we live in, more to the clouds that form on a daily basis, more to the water that rinses, cleanses and quenches our thirsts. There is more! And this poem speaks volumes! I absolutely adore the depth and the way in which it was written, careful chosen words that augment the sentiments of wonder we must all feel, as we peer into this wonderful place we call home and this mystery we call life! I pray also, for you, for me and for all who realize that there must be a divine source, a power well beyond ourselves and for this I often cry! This is truly my favorite poem!