Far From Home

Today I am alone and far from home.
Long gone are the places I knew.
I felt safe when I was with my family.
Their generous hugs taught me love.

Finally, I have left my soul’s inner desert.
I found the way to a new safety.
I walk steadily, following the new plan.

I paused to visit a solitary tree.
I felt a powerful life force among the branches
and its deep shadow hosted a cool breeze.

As I circled the trunk, I saw a flower.
Its stems climbed the tree proudly.
I admired its tenacious hold on life.
Protected from the wind, it had found a home.


William Wayne Smith

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New Information

What more do I need to do?
I am gathering new information.
My task today is but a beginning.
I dare not wait until it’s too late.

As I find the words to use,
I strive for a better life.
I always start over when
they leave me sad and lonely.

I need to fix my broken spirit.
I am walking a narrow path.
I hope I will find many rewards.
Now, I’m ready for the future.

William Wayne Smith


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No Time for Sorrow

Walking on the blessed path,
there is no time for sorrow.
Finally, the change has come.
I’m starting a new life.
My heart is full of joy.
My mind, full of wonder.
I am ready for the journey.
I will not hold back.
My steps are steady and sure.
I know that all will be well.

William Wayne Smith


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The Drought

I dreamt of a burning forest.
A single spark ignited the terror.
Roaring flames consumed everything.

The hardiest trees have become brittle and dry.
The fields are brown and barren.
The wells bring forth only a trickle.

The burning sun is high above me.
Each night it sets in a cloudless sky.
My wish on the first star never changes.

Finally, there will be a storm at dusk.
As clouds fill the sky, my mood will lift.
Dare I look forward to the sunrise again?

Only then will my dreams become peaceful.
I don’t know when it will happen.
Nature is silent and gives me no clues.

William Wayne Smith


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