There’s You (Poem)

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!

Published by: frankmarquezwritings

I'm a writer, and have been for most of my adult life. Without making this sound like a resume, I wrote creatively in college, dabbling in poetry, short stories and play writing. Later, I became a journalist, public affairs specialist, copy editor and eventually a guy who ran his own newspaper. Now, I'm back to letting my imagination run wild in some new creations including a science-fiction novel. Somehow, I also managed to teach English to high school kids, and roam the battlefields of Afghanistan as a field historian. Field historian may be a misnomer considering all I did was write abstracts summarizing military unit profiles and missions that included hundreds of interviews of troops and contractors in combat. I grew up in a small town called Gering, Nebraska, before escaping to Pomona, California, where I spent my last two years of high school, graduating from Ganesha High School in 1983. I have a Bachelors in English from the University of La Verne (1987), and a Masters in Education from UNLV (2007). In between, I worked for government - the Army and TSA. I served tours in Panama, D.C., and Tokyo, all thanks to a teacher who encouraged me to see the world before I settled down. As hobbies, I run, hike and bicycle long distances. I have also been known to surf and ski. I now live in my hometown after moving back in June 2015. I get to see family on a regular basis, breath fresh air, and not have to ride the D.C. metro or get stuck in traffic. In fact, I ride my bicycle whenever I can. I'm happily married to my wife Lisa, and we watch over a pack of fur babies, our dog Charley, and three cats Spike, Bootsy, and Franky (his shelter name). If you should ever visit me in west Nebraska, be prepared to feast your eyes on paradise.

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