When The Rain Comes

The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food.

The wind blows and the pollen travels.
It lands yet another field to help life grow.
And again the rain falls to bring new life.

Yet, where is that laughter?
Where are the people?
Where have the children gone?

The trees have leaves,
The grass is green,
The food is there for the picking.

Yet, there is no one there to pick it.
There is no one playing.
No one working.

The houses are empty.
The window pains are broken.
The doors are left ajar.

As a line in a song once said.
“Where have all the young men gone?”
Where has all the beauty of the earth gone?

We could say a war or a atomic blast took it all.
Or that a virus killed everyone and left a barren planet.
Yet we do not know when or how it became this way.

Maybe it was time and the rapture came.
All those left went to heaven or fell to the depths of hades.
Yet the plant life still grows and dies as it has for millions of years.

Waiting, waiting for the return.
It knows. It knows all.
Someday the laughter will come.

And when it does thing will change.
Love will bloom where hate once stood.
Good will be done where evil once ruled.

When that day comes things will change.
The silence will stop and laughter will be heard again.
And wars will never be heard of.

The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food

 

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Somewhere Tomorrow

The smell of morning.
The Feel of grass on bare feet.
The suns rays on your face.

 
The laughter in the air.
The love you came home to.
The other world you lived in.

 
Baseball games at night.
Music on a transistor radio.
Dedicating a song to your girlfriend.

 

Riding your bicycle all day long.
Laying in the yard at night.
Watching the “lighting bugs.”

Fussing because you had to go to bed.
But you looked out the screen window.
Knowing you would be doing it all again.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

 

 

 

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Soulful Day

A soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be sad, and the sky is gray.
It can awake, to a spring rain.

The soul can be a beautiful thing.
It can smile at the laughter of a child.
It can cry at the thought of the past.

The soul is an amazing thing.
It is always growing, yet we do not feel it.
It is always moving yet it never leaves.

The soul is a confusing thing.
It can be happy when it is raining.
And sad when the sun is shining.

The soul is a constant thing.
It is always there ever present in the moment.
It never displays emotion until it is ready.

The soul has many descriptions.
But only the one you have is correct.
And the one they have is correct.

At the end of the day the soul does not rest.
It has to put the days thought and experiences in place.
And when you wake it takes on the face of another day.

The soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be happy or it can be sad.
It is beautiful and full of laughter.

The soul can cry and feel pain.
The soul can feel pain and bounce back again.
The soul is our guide in life if we let it.

The soul is a troubling thing.
The soul is an amazing thing.
The soul is a confusing thing.
Yet the soul is a constant thing.

How else would we see our day?

 

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Gone

It was just another day.
It was long ago.
And what seems, far away.

You came in our lives.
You brought joy and love to us.
Your laughter was a gift.

Yes, it was just another day.
But it was not long ago.
It was not far way.
When God called you home.

Many days we will feel pain.
Many days we will feel empty.
Many ways we will not believe it to be true.

Yet as each day passes and you are not here.
Will be another day that we miss you.
Another day that we pray.
Your memory is always with us.

You will never be gone.
You will be in our hearts and mind.
You will be ever so lightly on our lips.
To ask you how you’ve been.

We loved you for many years.
And we will still love you many more.
We hope you will watch us.
And hope that you will help us.
To know you are okay.

Thank You for your love.
That is what made you so bright.
We will remember you each day of our lives.
And join you on the next journey in our lives.

 

To my dear friend with Love.
Cindy Gayle (Moffatt) Gilliam
Oct. 7 1954 to April 17 2013

You

In the darkness of the night.
And the dawn of the day.
I look for you.

A friend for life you have been.
A legacy you have left us.
To soon you have gone.

Many love you.
Many still do.
Others will wonder all about you.

We will miss you.
We will  miss your smile.
We will miss your voice.
We will look for those glowing eyes.

The laughter you have left us.
Is the greatest thing you can do.
We know you are in good hands.
We know that it is true.

But a little part of our life is missing.
And that part is you.

To my dear friend with Love.
Cindy Gayle (Moffatt) Gilliam
Oct. 7 1954 to April 17 2013