Gratitude

A Light of Hope
I walked through the parking lot.
I saw the stairs approaching.
I walked up the steps.
I heard the insects calling.
I read the sign welcoming me.
I opened the door.
I turned on a light.
I had a glass of water.
I remembered the day just past.
I called down the hall.
I saw my parents come by.
I drove down the driveway.
I talked to a friend.
I smiled.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: A Light of Hope. By Carmen Jost [Image license]

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Revolutions

GIRLS (Women's Day)
Today, I saw a new reality.
The sun moves a celestial clock.
The clouds were flying past me
with their own secret purpose.

If I close my eyes and wait,
I imagine that the changes have stopped.
I do not hope that the world
can move into a new dimension.

Often, I sleep in the morning.
I do not want my life to grow old.
As the years passed, one after another
I saw that my heart has had a revolution.

The mountains and sea are eternal.
Their changes are a slow, mysterious dance.
When I wake up, I am in a new creation.
My hope is growing stronger now.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image. By Yasin Hassan – ياسين حسن [Image license]

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Close Bonds

Love is...
The sky has begun to rain.
Gray clouds blanket it all.
I know where life begins.
My garden is being renewed.

I am waiting for the sun to show.
My mood is somber under the storm.
Lightning flashes across the sky again.

Tonight I will not be alone.
A friend will come; the rain will flee.

Words may never describe my love.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Love is…. By Chris Jones [Image license]

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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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