Narrow Vision

Eye of the Holder
Darkness seeped all around.
Silent star-like flashes
proved the walls were standing.

Much changed in the short evening.

Tomorrow I’ll be traveling
through town as the rain falls.
Just like any other day,
duty pulls me by my core.

A glowing sun reminds me
there is life beyond my narrow vision.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Army Photography Contest – 2007 – FMWRC – Arts and Crafts – Eye of the Holder. By Sgt. Pablo Piedra [Image license]

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Past the Night

Ron
I skip through the night again.
I have found a wonderful place.
My steps are light and I find time to laugh.

Good luck has turned to good fortune.
I smile today with an infectious joy.
I share my days with friends.

I am never alone now.
I’m never without my Lord.
Morning steps bring me closer to him.

I draw strength in my life from love.
I share insights from my past.
I have never walked far enough to be lost.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Ron. By Viewminder [Image license]

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I Learn More

SMiLE!
My inner light is fading away.

I have no choices any more.
The leader has made demands.

I read the news each day.
Right action evades me.
I know the millions are afraid.

Each hour love persists.
Proper glances remind me.
I take care when I come near.
What is the answer?

A song embraced me today.
My long-lost smile returned.
Its words filled my soul.

The distant day will come.
I wait for the book to open.

Every day, I learn more.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: SMiLE!. By Toni Blah [Image license]

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Tranquility

Mission
As the hours pass, my mind grows weary.
Every night, the sunset brings me joy.
Every morning I am renewed and reborn.

I will tell how I find my perfect moments.
I walk down the street looking for a gift.

Every step counts down one less to go.
Every breath I take is closer to my last.
Now, the enjoyments of life are simple
Finally, I have wisdom and tranquility.

Perhaps, tonight, I will sleep one last time.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Mission. By Gisela Giardino [Image license]

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Memos

Never Stop Reaching
To the inhabitants of the city:
            Walk carefully through the day.
            Wake each morning with a soft prayer.
            Recognize the fragile nature of neighborhoods.

To the inhabitants of the countryside:
            Prepare for storms and bad weather.
            Protect your land against neglect.
            Develop plans to find the lost.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Never Stop Reaching. By Property#1 [Image license]

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A Moment of Clarity

Three berries on a plate
I had a moment of clarity today.
I dread the nights I spend with you.
I have grown weary of the game.

Your challenges have taxed my strength.
Sometimes, I see through the mist.
I have people who care waiting for me.

I am looking for companionship.
I know who I am today.
The hope of real love is growing.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Trio (3/365). By John Liu/LifeSupercharger [Image license]

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We Laughed Again

Sarah 10 (Explore)
I was talking with a friend.
She made a jab. I made a parry.
Because she laughed I made my point.

My new agility is fun today.
I can jump and catch the thrust.
I hop aside and throw a reply.

Today’s gift is the peace I felt.
I walked a beach at sunrise alone.
I saw the moon as geese flew by.
The tide came in and the sun grew stronger.

As I came home, I truly felt loved.
My friend called and I listened again.
Her voice alone can make me happy.
We laughed again and I smiled.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Sarah 10 (Explore). By Pierre Lognoul [Image license]

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