Hope Remains

All seems lost

Darkness engulfs

Everything seems

So intense

You hear a scream

And first thought

Comes from agony

Body aches

Gloomy days

 

Except

One tear drop

Seemly dripping

Down

Upon an angelic face

 

Angelic face lit up

With a smile

Laughter ensues

Hearts lighten

When all seems lost

Hope remains

As Love is carried

Deep within

And Always remains

 

Hope Remains

And Love Carries Us

Always

~pharris2013

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Enjoy the Joyney

Each of us are on our own Joyney through Life. We meet friends and family along the way who help guide and comfort us. Some obstacles may end up being great learning points. We may not always know the whats, the whens, the hows, the whys, wheres. Gratefulness and endurance will carry us on. A distant smile might brighten the lives of many unforeseen by the giver. A kind word can illuminate the whispers in the wind. Each of us has our own path to learn and do what we must…all it takes is just one thought, one dream, one step…Just One thing to begin on our Joyney through life.~pharris2013

looking for a book home

There is a place
I once used to go to with my parents,
well, my mother mostly…
it was a big room full of books.

So many books could be found here.
They held such wonders…
sometimes to scare…
sometimes to delight,
but always to take us somewhere
or to enrich our minds
with ideas long since gone,
but not forgotten.

For in these books though
not mine to have or write in.
They were for everyone to use, to read, to enjoy.
Here I learned how to take care of books.
To repair them. To find out where the new
ones belonged. and some-days I even got to read some of them.

Reading had challenges. Pages appeared with words seeming like rivers
or even word-traffic jams in the pages I was so gallantly trying to read.
Even reading the words was hard at times, because I had to
know what the word meant to understand the passage.

One day in high school, we were reading Shakespeare outloud in class.
There I was, knowing my time was soon. I began to breathe heavy
as my name was called. Words came out of my mouth of what
was written on the page…until
that one word…what is that word
be-a-u-ti-ful…no that is not the word
what is that word…how do you say it
what does it mean
the teacher yells out beautiful
and then lets the next person read.

There is a world out there for us to understand.
Books bring to life
so much more than just the mind.

If books do somehow not have a home to
call their own, where does this leave writers
and readers alike.

Maybe as one writer has put it…the books will
be downloaded into our brains automatically.

Libraries and bookstores need us to carry on
Carry on reading books…enjoy your next adventure
inside a book.
By Pauline Harris