He learned to heal as only a man can, he was human,

A womans husband dies, he loses faith in himself,

People he knew in a town also lose faith in a friend.

He was a doctor who did care about pain and suffering,

Angry at himself because he failed another, could not cure.

He was a doctor, not perfect in any way, not made of miracles,

He turned his back on his profession, he turned his back on himself.

He needed to figure it out, he went home, back to a simple life,

Working on his farm, away from the pain and death that ate at him.

This wasn’t who he was, down inside he was a healing man, a doctor,

What he realized, he was a doctor, not god.

Keith Garrett

Does god have a plan, what is his plan, could this be his experiment,

From our first breath until our last breath there is life in between.

The mystery of why we are here is perhaps overthought, what is this life,

We walk and dream in this short existence known to us as forever.

The meaning of life appears very simple and not so confusing dear one,

Sit back adnd listen as i give my heart felt thoughts of where we are and why.

Watch the trees, see them dance against the unseen but softly felt breeze,

Do you believe what has been put before you and me, understand the gift.

Love and laughter, pain and sorrow, must be a feeling for all to know,

All that lives is born to die, from the beginning of time we age and say goodbye.

See the mountain and walk its path, step by step, time will pass into tomorrow,

The sky travels, it is the clouds that guide the way, see all things that are dreamed.

The ocean will be, after on this earth you and i are but a memory, hear the ocean,

Put your feet into the sandy beach, feel the sand, walk along the timeless shore.

Touch anothers heart with the love and care that is possessed by you, reach out,

Let go of the tears of many years with a forgiving smile that lasts a lifetime.

If we see the sunrise, will we see the sunset again the same day,

Are we blind, do we take for granted the beauty of our world.

When it rains do we cry about that which falls down upon us, do we wonder why,

Listen for the sound, take in the drops of life that take us way on down the road.

The meaning of life and the world according to me is from inside all that this man may see,

God has laid these truly wonderous things before us, to see, too dream all that can be.

From this heart to you.

Keith Garrett

Traveling together were myself and a friend, a getaway,

Down the long highway we went, weren’t sure where we were going.

We started out driving, searching for that unusual place of discovery,

A forest, that would be our destination, we’re on our way into the day.

We travel along talking and listening to our favorite music getting close,

Further ahead of us in the distance they appear to our eyes, trees so high.

We’ll be going up a ways, where everything is so green and darkness within the trees,

We make our camp for the night, ready in the morning for our walk below the hidden sky.

Tonight a campfire, some food, laughing with a friend, and sleeping under a star or two,

Morning light shines down upon the land, we pack our things and head into the forest.

Dark, very dark as we make our way deeper among the ancient trees, where are we,

There’s something up ahead, can you see, a light in the forest, we’ll be okay.

Keith Garrett

I rise each morning whether there be cloud or sun, thoughts of the day,

Get ready for that which is put in front of me, my working day.

Limited time as my routine sets me on a path from mornings light.

A cup of coffee, a memory of love and a walk through my yard,

Headphones wrapped around these ears with a little Springsteen for company.

A pill to ease the pain as my trek on the street again for this man begins,

Along the sidewalk i travel, feet moving faster, i search the sky for an answer.

My head sways from side to side watching, cars move fast and do not see,

I dream up stories that are wished for as real, my thoughts are clouded.

She stays with me always as i wander the days with that same feeling inside,

I am hidden from the world with the sounds of life that save me.

Lost in a fantasy where pain and loneliness can’t discover who i am,

There’s so much beauty in this world, many things to want.

Listen as my heart has something to say, something today,

Sometimes i cry and the laughter hides, i have a journey,

There are dreams in my head as i sleep although i lay awake.

Wonder do if i am thought of by an angel, she is seen,

Sometimes i am alone and sometimes i’m on my own.

There are times when i’m afraid but what is it that watches over me,

When my world is dark then it is that i have a friend.

Keith Garrett

Fully having faith Is to believe that you know no matter what happens,

Too find out that you are dying and may suffer through It all or go quickly

That there Is a better place, you will not ever again be In pain or sad.

You will not lay In a dark box alone with no breath afraid forever,

When you die what happens If you choose to stay, not want to go away.?

In the light, Is that where we are suppose to go, how will we know,?

What’s there In the light, Is It a path to the creator of all life.?

In the light will we see a spectacular sight, will their be family waiting,

In the light things are not known until It be our time to go.

When It’s time, with faith you’ll walk In the light without fright.

Keith Garrett

Born with these eyes that for a lifetime have seen,

Wonderful pictures of a world that seem like a dream.

Things I have seen are those of beauty and life combined,

Things I have seen are of darkness and quite horrible things.

Things I have seen should not have been there to ever see,

Not from eyes of the Innocent child whom hasn’t had time to dream.

Things I have seen are of hope, love, and courageous thiings,

Things I have seen are of views from so many different ways.

The things I have seen of mystery and unusual scenery,

A lifetime that makes up a movie of all that I am to be.

Keith Garrett

It was a clear, warm, starry night, i was feeling alright,

Quiet as the crickets were singing from the dark.

My dog barking at whatever roams in the night,

I find myself here in the country, beautiful as it is.

No complaints in this place away from the noisy world,

For a moment a strange silence came over my surroundings.

My dog was barking but what it was could not be seen by me,

Suddenly the wind not seen howled across the open land.

Dust was blowing, no sound of anything else could be heard,

A rumbling could be heard while the ground shook violently.

A high pitched noise echoed from everywhere, my eyes stared,

A bright light flashed in the night, I saw this, it fell from the sky.

Keith Garrett

All that i had, everything i loved engulfed in a fireball blaze,

Set to flames day, by day, over time combustible by a heated pain.

There was a time when things were cool and calm all around,

Not a threat or danger of a wind that would kick up a spark.

The warning was there but didn’t want to take notice,

Thinking this storm of such a disaster might take another path.

This wall of fire was burning its own trail heading straight for my world,

Shocking to me as now it was too late, upon me so real, no way to make this go away.

Just stood and watched as all around me came crumbling down,

Trying hard to pick up the pieces, much to hot, for now still burns.

Something to perhaps salvage when the smoke clears,

A chance to rebuild, a chance to start over.

Keith Garrett

My wagon went off the road, It turned upside down and I’m hurt,

The weather Is good so I lay here In the sun of the day In much pain.

Looking around I see the damage, my supplies are everywhere scattered,

There are people counting on me but I am where not a heart will see me.

As I stare up to the sky I see hawks circling about, not today I say,

I’m alive!, there must soon be another wagon on the road passing by.

The crows are getting at the ripped open bags of seed, I throw my empty canteen,

My friends, the town must be searching for me now, I will be found alive.

Time passes by, please find me before the light turns to the dark of night,

A sound, a rumble getting closer, I try to let out a yell but I’m very weak,

I’m here!, with one burst of energy I scream, I’m here!, I’m here!.

Keith Garrett

Does it still exist, is it real, remember a time when,

From so long ago when you learned to trust a man.

A handshake and your word was good enough for the day,

Times changed and a lot of that got lost with a changing world.

We became less of neighbors, keeping to ourselves, doors locked,

Now it seems that a handshake comes after a signed piece of paper.

Has its meaning become less, a firm handshake back in time was the best,

And your word, what is the worth of your word as you promise away.

We trust less now just as it must be fore if we trust we may get burned,

Make sure there is a witness to a handshake and your word, be weary.

Keith Garrett