"Walking a Road"

by: Miguel Gonzalez

 

On this day I walk a road

A road with curve and bend

I think looking outward at my path

Seeing the beginning but not the end

 

Outside it’s cold and here it’s warm

But for many days I planned

And time was running past

So with the first step I began

 

Each step I take with a cautious pace

And I look right in front of me

Each time I glimpse ahead

I find joy in what I see

 

I’ve not gone far but start to tire

So on an empty bench I rest

A familiar voice greeted me

And told me stories of yesterday’s best

 

My friend is old and begins to weaken

His breaths becoming fast

On a bench he stops and sits

He’s found his place at last

 

I offer to stay but he tells me to go

To go and finish what I began

Time has become more precious now

So I gathered strength and ran

 

I look far ahead like before

Straight at my journey’s end

My sprint is ended by a fall

And I look up to see another friend

 

He has stopped when others passed

And brought me up with helping hands

Kind was he to carry me

Across rough seas and treacherous lands

 

The time had come for friends to part

He had his path and I had mine

The sky grew dark, the air cold

There it was, my chance to shine

 

I walked with speed but with care

During these last steps I find my pace

Watching my step while looking far

Not wasting time, not in a race

 

I know myself

My adventure’s done

My fear allayed

My desire gone

 

On this day I walked a road

A road with curves and bends

I think looking back at my path

I couldn't have done it without friends

 

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Heaven’s Perch

By: Miguel Gonzalez

 

Looking down from heaven’s perch

So far from the earth below

I stand here on lonely ground

With far too many sad truths to show

 

Old land tainted by neglect

Wind silenced by concrete chain

Sunlight fades as darkness sets

From the sky above falls bitter rain

 

Notice first, the many lights

Very tempting to the eye

Some glow dim, some burning bright

Towards the fire do foolish moths fly

 

There! You see the buildings rise

Towers made of black and grey

Rarely seeing heaven’s white

A terrible place for man to stay

 

From here you see men at work

Each day, the same as the rest

Walking circles without end

Knowing they will never live life’s best

 

It is sad for me to return

Down below to the land of lies

Back to my sadness and my pride

I wish I could see the world through God’s eyes

 

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A Cold Winter Night

BY MIGUEL GONZALEZ