I see you from here, from where It Is that I stand, soaring,

Wings spread far as you are the eyes In the sky, do you see.?

Yes! from these eyes down upon the world I do see, watching,

I soar with the wind as In heaven I do soar with all things.

Are you the master of man, these questions from my lips,

Master of the sky, please tell this seeking man why we must die.?

The thoughts In your mind are known by me, listen to your beliefs,

Why Is It you think you must die, In heaven I give you eternal life.

I fear that death will take me and I’ll be forever lost, so alone,

Although I believe, how Is It that this mortal man might really know.?

Do you believe In heaven as the bible and lessons taught,

Do you believe In the lord and all that’s been created.?

I do believe, I know that I’m a child of god created by mother and father,

I know that you, Master of the sky will one day take me home to stay.

Put away your doubts, let go of your pain and sorrow, give them to me,

I am the master of the sky, creator of all that you know and more.

Have faith fore It will comfort you, trust In me, be at peace.

Keith Garrett

At times the words are heard inside, the sentences scrambled,

Easy to say yes! i understand, Harder to know the meaning of what’s said.

We can’ not do the work, if we are not shown how to perform,

If we do not get the picture then we do not comprehend.

Teach me to learn so that i may understand and a lesson is mine,

From a thought to a word, a sentence is formed, i do hear.

Practice with my ears and mind to overcome an obstacle,

A disability to conquer, teach me to learn, i will understand.

Keith Garrett

How would it be, what are your thoughts if no one could see,

Lights are on, the nights are dark, what’s the difference without sight.

There would be no color except that of black, Imagination was all you had,

How could you be a racist if your eyes were always closed, who would know.

If no one could see would the world be a better place for all to be,

We could learn to walk in peace, we would never have had to read.

We could speak and have much still to complain about,

We would not see what horror lives beyond our reach.

If no one could see then the beauty that lives would be a mystery,

There are several thoughts to these questions that i seek, tell me what you believe.

Keith Garrett

There appears to be two sides to our mysterious existence,

We can believe the devil exists but I believe and have faith In god.

There are those whom are of evil, those whom are of much good,

Throughout time many have cried, shed tears over experiences In their time.

Tears of happiness walking down the Aisle, a first born child.

A graduating son, that first grandchild whom Is loved so much,

Happiness within yourself and happiness for others may bring tears.

The death of a loved one, a friend will bring tears of plenty, loss In ones life,

Bombs bursting across many saddened lands, starving children with no chance.

Killing of Innocent animals, homeless souls wandering since It all began,

Trail of tears run for the destruction of Civilizations from lifetimes ago.

Horrifying, needless, slaughter of people because they are different,

The good and bad, happy and sad bring to us our trail of tears.

Keith Garrett

The night is dark and quiet, a breeze is in the air,

I’ll rest up for the night, barefoot and feeling alright.

The morning will soon come to life, open my eyes,

Put on my shoes and get ready for the day, a new day.

Work outside from sun till it’s done, heat or rain,

Whatever it takes to see the job done under the falling sun.

Whether it be sweat or cold, i’ll make it young or old,

When the day is gone then it’s time to stroll home.

Tired feet but life is so sweet, in my yard again for the night,

Untie my shoes is the thing that i’ll do,

Off they go until the morning is known.

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

My challenge this day, a trek across the always dangerous desert,

Pack my things, just myself and a backpack complete with all I need.

Dressed In jeans, hiking boots, long sleeved shirt, and hat I am ready,

Early morning as the rising sun stares down upon me, time to move.

Such a feeling to seem alone In the world step by step through the quiet

Morning while nature does Its own thing, I am watched as I walk.

Across the desert I travel with a breeze swirling around what surrounds,

The heat of the day has not yet arrived as I continue my quest through the desert land.

So much beautiful and unusual plant life, animals seen from a distance,

The sun Is moving, day Is disappearing with shadows forming upon this land.

I’ll soon make camp with the animals of the night, a fire so bright, warm with light,

When the morning comes then I will continue my journey until I am done,

Across the desert I travel.

Keith Garrett

I haven’t seen him for awhile, haven’t thought of him till now,

He would visit my dreams late Into the night, he stood outside.

I was alone In the house, the darkness was with me each time he came,

He knew that I was there just as I knew him, peek out the window I would.

When he visits my dreams I see him standing out In the dark, just standing,

He wears a robe of black with a hood so you can’t see his face, he’s In the wind,

There Is no one else around, always alone am I when he visits my dreams.

Why Is It so quiet, dark, and seems as If the world holds not another soul,?

This which I write Is a dream that on occasion does really visit me.

I wonder who he Is and where he Is, I’m glad he hasn’t been back,

Was there a reason for his visits, has he gone away so that I may dream In peace.

Keith Garrett

I remember your mother when once she was a little girl,

Playing in the yard, laughing, and running wild without a care.

The day came when you were here, a mothers daughter, a little girl,

You played in the sun, dreaming in your sleep when each day was done.

The little girl began to grow and with this the world got bigger before her eyes,

You took your first step when you stepped upon a kindergarten school ground.

Learning and playing, meeting young ones whom would share a piece of your life,

You’ve dared to dream as you made it a giant step further saying goodbye to high school.

You’ve dared to dream when now you are taking a most spectacular leap through college,

You’ve dared to dream, now dream some more as this ever changing world is yours to explore.

Whatever you wish to be is more than a possibility because it is you Lorinda who did dream,

Whichever roads you choose may they be great ones, safe, and full of happiness, you’ve dared to dream.

Congratulations Lorinda Uncle Keith

The love of a dog, they want only to be cared about, they are loyal,

How Is It that one could hurt, kick, abuse mans best friend.

They don’t want to sleep outside In the cold, Winter rain,

Chained to a tree In the hot, Summer sun Is not a tasty treat.

Slapped and have a rock thrown at them when they don’t understand,

Yelled at and told too get out of here when they just wanted to show love.

They love their people, feed them a snack, scratch their warm, furry back,

Throw a ball and see them run In the sun till It’s time to go Inside.

When It’s suppertime they’re ready to help, part of the family,

Time to relax, they have their spot, In the chair with you,

On the floor next to a fire, a dog has feelings too.

Watch a T.V. show with you, that’s what a dog will do,

Time to go to bed!, they love their people, goodnight.

Keith Garrett