THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...)
brave soul
who reaches out
to give so much
to so many
who casually asks
and receives the gist
of another's life
who reaches into the darkness
to know the soul
living, dying, laughing, crying
quietly seeking, silently trying
to embrace the world
seen through a child's eyes
and real life surrounds
the child's great illusion
sometimes breah-taking
sometime suffocating
who can tell the diffference?
and who gives back
the comfort and blessing
of listening and hearing
the gift you give
who?
me?
I am here
do I hear?
selfish?
to feel like what?
to want balance?
to want comfort?
to want simple recognition for who you are?
to want confirmation of your identity?
is that asking for too much?
is that going to far?
to want hope for more?
to want understanding?
to want someone just to know you are alright?
even when the world appears to be crumbling all around
and the darkness seems to swallow your light?
is that not a birth right?
to want faith in self?
and trust in someone else?
to want someone to believe in you?
is this the essense of the unconditional?
isn't that what dreams are made of?
what fairy tales tell us should be?
what so many seem to find so hard to do?
to just want to know what is true?
i can tell the difference
that is why I am here
Why I Am Here
Ric Candor ©2000
(if you came from the journal)
(finally, huh? J )
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