Poetry - From Just Poetry - by Rose C Taylor!

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Rose C Taylor

I am a Miracle

And what am I. I am a man. Born of the womb
to live my span. To pace and step and dream and plan
to sweat and toil and lend a hand. To seek and find
and know and learn to laugh and cry and love and yearn.
To rise and fall and wince with pain to reach the top and fall
again and as I do I know somewhere that there is one who'll
share my fear and as I reach and take his hand I come to
know and understand I am a Miracle that's what I am.
For who but Man can reach the moon, explore the stars,
compose a tune, capture the mood of a setting sun,
give thanks to God when day is done.
This much I know and I can tell that through the years
time's taught me well. It's made me weak it's made
me strong, it's proved me right and found me wrong. It's
showed me Heaven and offered me Hell it's made me rage
and scream and yell. Yes I've played life's game as best I
can but through it all I never ran for win or lose I knew
somehow that He'd be there to sooth my brow and as I
reached and took his hand I came to know and understand
I am a Miracle that's what I am.

Rose Catherine Taylor

Summer Sun

Oh Bright and Gentle Summer Sun I welcome you each day
You caress me like a lover and beckon me your way
You come to me each morning and kiss my sleep filled eyes
The nearness of your presence gives pleasure as I rise
You lead me to the water's edge You coax me to the Sea
You are my constant silent friend Yet leave me feeling free
Oh Bright and Gentle Summer Sun your time has come to set
and as you go I take with me a warmth I shan't forget.
Bu Wait - You say there's more to feel and do I hear you laugh?
Have I been blinded by your light?
Were you my Summer Love?

Rose Catherine Taylor

Turning of Time

Yesterday I saw a baby born all cuddly and brand spanking new and as I held him I shed a tear for time was turning him into a child but I should not feel sad for I was once a baby too. Yesterday I watched a small child play with toy soldiers colored red, white and blue and as he played I shed a tear for time was turning him in to a youth but I should not feel sad for I was once a child too. Yesterday I saw a youth study his head bathed in sweat like dew and as he studied I shed a tear for time was turning him into a man but I should not feel sad for I was once a youth too. Yesterday I watched a young man climb reaching high to catch a star or two and as he climbed I shed a tear for time was turning him into an old man But I should not feel sad for I was once a young man too. Yesterday I heard an old man cry it's not surprising old men often do and as he cried I shed a tear for time had stopped turning on for him. But now I do feel sad for time is running out on me too. And what of you have you been there or is your time still to come? Alas my friend if you don't know then time can't beat your drum.

Rose Catherine Taylor

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