harvest

Harvest of my Heart

The prairie grasses bend
in the gentle wind
I too feel their solitary existence.
No one knows
my thoughts,my dreams,my desires
'For I share them only with my prairie grasses

As a child i walked amid them
played under their gentle seeded branches
as I looked up into them.
Now in my season'd years
I tower over them
Touching them ever so gently
as they forever remind me of myself.

My earthlife journey has always been
much like these golden seeds
it seems.
Forever casting myself out unto the wind
Faithfully praying that one day I too will land
on some precious shore.
Where another poet just like me
will reach down on the sand;
place the seed of my heart in her hand
allowing it to fully mature and ripen
while we gather the harvest of our true love.

One day I shall leave this place
when my Lord calls me home.
My soul will ascend high unto the heavans
and I shall not be foreginer on this earth anymore.
Still i am satisfied and content in knowing
that my heartsongs, rhymes and prayers
were gently received and nourished
by some of you gatherd here.

7-29-2005 3:00 A.M.

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