Sunday, May 22, 2011

Bridges and Dreams

Sleep comes too late
When words will not come.
I'm stuck on a track
My mind longs to jump.

Bridges and dreams,
My home and a song...
So many links
To a time that is lost.

There are moments I laugh
And mornings I cry.
Is the joy just deception?
Or salvation from grief.

"This, too, soon shall pass,"
Wiser men say.
But my heart doesn't buy it.
I feel trapped in the pain.

But the goodness of grace,
Comes in truth despite doubt.
Life carries on...
Moon still beckons Sun.

One foot, then the other...
A breath, then one more.
This is all I'm required
I will carry on.

1 Comments:

At 5/23/11 11:45 PM, Blogger Sara said...

Martha - love this one. I'm so happy that you're writing poetry! Make yourself write consistently. I can tell your heart is happy to welcome the discipline.

 

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