Easy there with your burdens, your rough talk, your fight with nature,
you tell them each time, sans the rhyme, you preach in an unvarnished passionate speech,
There’s a sparkle in your shiny blue eyes when you reach out to that someone
who’s been limping along in the snow in the winter of their discontent,
and doesn’t know, throwing their troubles to and fro, above and below,
until they finally realize
There’s help, there’s love, there’s You.
You ease with gentle hands a powerful grace,
which brings a smile to a once saddened face, an empty space… filled with brilliant new plans
Opened like a Christmas card they didn’t expect because a certain envelope laid on a cluttered desk,
mail unsent because time got away, a feeling gone astray, and the to-do list that got too long,
and someone on the other end didn’t feel like they belonged, paying much, much too high a rent
On uneasy ground, emotions unbound, listening to the quiet sound of a heartbeat,
their feet didn’t quite land, they felt they couldn’t really take a stand,
they longed for a song, which they felt was too jolly, all wrong, all wrong,
a nurturing melody unfound … listening to the harsh pitter patter, a more serious matter
Sitting alone in a chair, cup of tea in hand,
you read on Facebook about all the despair, how life isn’t fair, people refusing to share,
staring up at the stars, the heavens, all of creation… the cars, the bars, the scars…
then waking up from hopeful dreams in a winter wonderland,
the purple and pink colors on the horizon each morning never cease to dazzle,
you shake off all that false importance, the diseased-like frazzle
You pause at the window to take in the glow,
you know, that wonders never cease… to grow
spreading like your influence over a collection of warriors, who are friends in the faith, in faith,
exhibiting the Lord’s true values, laying a head on your shoulder, or sharing a laughing embrace
Fight on you captain of love, continue your purpose, a mission, these deeds that fit you like a glove
filled with strength, a firm grip, a hand on your hip,
you shake from them gladness, out of sadness,
you curl your lip, and blow a curl from your sweaty brow, and marvel how it all works … it’s work,
Labor like no other, like a watchful mother, the light spreads through you, shoots from your heart,
giving these light seekers a new beginning, a fresh start, a fresh start,
the gentle words spill from your mouth on early dark mornings,
where a door opens through which people can see,
of how their lives can be, what the days ahead hold, they boldly let their future unfold
You’ll see the seeds you planted start to feed the world, with all due haste, and speed,
you like others who refused to quit, who refused to sit, to listen to doubters who fled,
You dodged the fences they tried to erect, and ignored the speeches they tried to dissect,
You built bridges instead, poked them in the head and said… your troubles are nothing, they’re dead.
You grabbed onto their sleeves, now no one grieves for the shadows of yesterday erased by warmer days, where everything beautiful stays beautiful… like you,
like my love for you.
There’s you!
Frank Marquez Writings 