I haven’t written poetry in a VERY long time. Since I was a teen possibly. Until this week, that is. Hope you enjoy this one from today!
There once was a man, who for reasons unknown
Traversed a steep canyon each day on his own
The flames of desire burned bright and hot
The whisper of failure, “You won’t reach the top.”
The angst and the worry of so far to go
Kept silent rejoice of the treasures below
Blinded by lights and the flashes ahead
Overshadowed all peace and rest for his head
Under great pressure – show no sign of pain
His motto was “onward, there’s more ground to gain!”
Uncertain, perhaps the heat or regret
That kept him from seeing the waste up ahead
The ground would be taken no matter the cost
Yet nothing prepared him how much would be lost
Certain that greater would lay up ahead
So rich and so pleasant with nothing to dread
At last, he shook fist, shouting of woe
All of the heavens heard grumble below
“Why am I forgotten? Why am I so grave?
Why can’t you make good on the promise you gave?
I’ve toiled and fought each day climbing high
without one single spot of your goodness in sight!”
Had he but once chosen to bow down his head
Look ‘neath his feet and not up ahead
What beauty he stood right upon as he shouted
Tiny and tender and just barely sprouted
It fought hard each day, pushed aside rocks and tares
But soon it would whither without any care.
It cringed at the shouting and prayed he’d look down.
There where he stood was upon fertile ground
For every steep wall that he scaled on his climb
He’d left lushest valleys intended to find
The tiniest sprigs still lay ahead there
Waiting to flourish, just needing some care
The sparse and scorched land upon which he fumes
Will be quite precisely where all his dreams bloom
The trouble will be, as many have found
To take those few moments and notice the ground.
One thought on “Where Gratitude Grows”
Nice! I think I liked the last for sentences best. So true.