About the Poem
Written at a time when I was in search of something I did not have the answer for. When I did find my answer it was too late.
Searching |
| by Rick Thompson |
| My ship sails out unto the ocean of wide open spaces It's hull creeking with the souls of all the people's faces A destiny of unknown dreams and desires, Burning within me, the coals from fires Time is a never ending stage I have missed My lips burning for the love of untouched lips From those I have not known or kissed I can not see the dreams of unknown shores My body is weakened by life's tasking chores Still I search onward to find a peaceful meaning Like a giant tree, aged and leaning What will I find and what will it all mean to me I look into my mirror and my reflection I can see Can I be happy and can I have my love Graceful and beautiful as the morning dove Like the wind that puts life into my sails Like the skies of blue and winding trails Oh, Lord show me the way and hold onto me tight Oh, Lord show me the way and show me the light |
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2 Visitor Comments
Anna
I liked this poem. It expresses what I feel from time to time. Times of searching. Times of waiting. I know the feeling well. I smile. a sad smile. searching and then finding it too late. I know that feeling too. And then, faith kicks in. Whenever God is involved, really involved, it is never too late. I know that too. What was meant for sadness will make us into stronger people. Better people. Compassionate people.
Melissa
Great! "Aint" it the truth!
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