The Ride

[Guest Jennifer T]

Reading DianeATL's Dante metaphor, I recalled this that I wrote many years ago, describing a sort of "spiritual ascension" from the place where many reside. But the body remains and thus, the journey continues... So, Diane, in honor of your words:

"The Ride"

In a field of heather green I lie

While the train I rode goes rushing by

I ponder the journey that brought me here

Via sun and darkness, laughter and tear

And I dream of wings by which to fly

Above the clouds, beyond times embrace

I feel the freedom as the winds erase

This chain that binds my body and soul

And demands of me such an exacting toll

And never does Time relent the chase

But here in this moment, of air borne and free

I am allowed to dream what I was meant to be

One of beauty and power and grace designed

A being cultured, perfected, refined

My heart celebrates this truth that I see

A revelation glorious in dance and song

The transformation of spirit for which I do long

An eternity passes and I heave a great sigh

I hear the mighty steam engine rush by

And the cries of those still pressed in the throng

In cars that hold them bound to the ground

Their moment of glory still yet to be found

I call, Come join me and you too can see

The wonder of who you were created to be!

Yet falls deaf amoung the ominous sound

Of the mighty trains screeching and unhalting wheels

Time gives chase, nipping at the heels

Of all who have felt the grasp of her claws

Squelching their song as she gnashes her jaws

Leaving nothing in place of all that she steals.

So I pick myself up and climb back on the train

And rejoin my sojourners in this testing of pain

To be with them when the truth is revealed

The glorious rapture they see as they're healed

And the heart of a friend, the reward that I gain.

- Jennifer T, August 28, 2004

[Charlize]

That is a lovely poem. It captures a journey i know only too well.

Hugs,

Charlie

[Guest]

That is wonderful, Jennifer.

Thank you for sharing with us.

Huggs,

Joann

[Guest Jennifer T]

Thank you, both.

[Guest Brenda Hailey]

Vey nice poem Jennifer, maybe one day I too can experience the field of heather green.

[Guest Jennifer T]

Vey nice poem Jennifer, maybe one day I too can experience the field of heather green.

Brenda, there exists a place deep inside where all the beauty and grace reside. A place where none other holds the key, none other beyond you or me. It is there where the heather grows.

:-)

Peace

[Guest miss kindheart]

That was/ Is beautiful Jennifer

Just like thee

vanna

[Guest Jennifer T]

That was/ Is beautiful Jennifer

Just like thee

vanna

What? No verse in return?

Vanna, my dear, now it's your turn.

I shan't be consoled

With praises; silver or gold

It's thy rhyme for which my soul does yearn!

;-)

Thanks for your kind words.

peace

[Guest miss kindheart]

Jennifer jennifer

How art thou

What you are

U are now

So can you see

See the glee

That is you

And is me

Look above

The flying dove

In your heart

It is pure love

vanna

[Guest Jennifer T]

Dear Vanna, dear Vanna

The Muses do shine

Their favor upon

Your words so sublime

The heart is what matters

The most in the end

And Yours has won you

The respect of a friend.

Peace to you this day.

[Guest miss kindheart]

A friend a friend

In the end

When o when

Did it begin

Never blue

Always true

I see the friend

Inside of

You

vanna

[Guest Jennifer T]

Seeds of friendship

Grow well

in the fertile soil of the heart

With the radiant light of joy

And the tears of shared sorrows

To nourish them

They blossom into beautiful flowers.

[Guest miss kindheart]

I love flowers

Yes i do

They remind me

Yes of you

As they grow

They will show

All the beauty

That they know

vanna

[Guest Jennifer T]

There's a lovely poet named Vanna

Whose words come from Heaven as Manna

She rhymes with her heart

Full of love from the start

And she's pretty good with her grammar...

-cheesy grin-