THE MIND IS LIKE A RECORDER
The mind is like a recorder.
I will rewind and play in order.
I will skip over many things,
Because of sadness they bring.
I remember the first suit I wore.
My dad held me, I was only four.
He was proud with a big smile.
I was in the hospital for a while.
I had polio, but God healed me.
From the effects, I was completely free.
My tonsils were extracted
when I was eleven years old.
I was brave and I was bold.
While sitting under a shade tree,
Little twigs was falling on me.
My grandmother said,
''God is calling you to preach.''
But this was not my calling,
I would never reach.
So, I fast forward to a more recent time;
A time, I began to write with rhyme.
Nineteen eighty seven,
I was on a Christian singles` retreat.
I was meditating at Jesus Feet.
This was a special time for me.
On the bank of a lake, I could see.
Poetry was and is my gift, my destiny.
If I can help just one to find God`s way,
It will be worth all I have to say.
This truly is my prayer each day,
''Holy Father, show them Your Way.''
By poetalthomas
© 2008 poetalthomas
(All rights reserved)
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