“THE MEANING OF LIFE

AND

THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME”

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 and 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 another’s 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 wondrous things before us, to see, to dream all that can
Be.

Keith Garrett

“THE DESERT HAS EYES”

Across the land, voyaging Into the hotness of the powerful sun,

I tread slowly so that I do not perish on my quest to finish, to weather the storm.

Many things’ of Interest as I make my way through this obstacle,

Of rocks’ and plants’ born to this world of natural wonder.

By myself I’ve traveled for what appears’ to be a lifetime,

While the suns’ now sinking Into the night as a cool breeze awakes.

There’s a fear being a prisoner to the Intense darkness, the loneliness,

Am I alone with what Inhabits’ these surroundings’, they’re watching.

There are many eyes fixed on me,friend or foe, how shall I know,

Some keep their distance, not wanting to attack, others’ are stalking,

Seeking to steal or cause great pain.

I’ve seen the living proof, I’ll make It to where I’m going.

Keith Garrett

A MISSION FROM GOD

Sent down from heaven, an angel in disguise,

When once he was alive, a man with a name.

A mission from God, an assignment of much worth,

To help the common man, a chance for mankind.

In some ways a lonely path, this spirit on a mission,

A faith so real as he attempts to guide the mortal being.

This angel that once walked an earthly path walks again,

Roam a land where possibly once taken for granted.

A mission from God to help man better understand,

Don’t take for granted while you still have a chance.

Keith Garrett

A DAY WITHOUT SYMPATHY
I awoke in the morning, I fell out of bed,

A bad headache but no aspirin for my head.

I went for a cup of coffee but only an empty jar,

Maybe some toast but the butter was at the store.

I went to get the paper in a puddle of mud,

The dog chewed up my shoes, what am I to do.

Got dressed and headed for the car, off to work I’ll go,

The car wasn’t there, stolen wouldn’t you know.

Went to call the police, locked myself out of the house,

Headed for the bus stop, watched the bus drive on by.

I flagged down a cab, please get me to work,

No wallet in my pocket, I gave him my watch.

I walked through the door, fearing I was so late,

This is your day off, you don’t work today.

No way home so I put out my thumb,

No one would stop, I walked all the way.

I had not a key, Oh! what a day,

I broke the window, the door was open all the way.

My T.V. was gone, the phone did not work,

Nothing to eat, time for some sleep.

I went to my room, the bed was gone,

A day without sympathy, on the floor I did lay.

Keith Garrett

SOUNDS IN THE HOUSE

I remember you and me, we were children, a family of plenty,

Summer fun, swimming with our friends in the hot, endless sun.

Listen to your memories and thoughts, a day in your life, Yorba Linda,

There were sounds in the house, years of growing up, voices of change.

I can hear the seventies in my head, watch carefully, life of yesterday,

They echo, the voices from brothers and sisters, frozen in time.

There was a time when we were really there, a mother and father did speak,

What happened to their words, the sounds of their voices are so far away.

Sounds in the house were not always of peace and happiness, they were real,

Resentment towards one who did not want to listen, I did hear you.

I heard quiet sounds, sounds of love and pain, sounds that never go away,

Sounds of Yorba Linda that traveled through open windows of a long-ago house.

To a house at 19941 Fernglen Drive. 1972-1977

Keith Garrett

A SEARCH FOR ANSWERS

Since the beginning of time much curiosity of what’s before us,

Thoughts and questions had man on journeys of discovery.

About the oceans, such mysteries far down below, always questions,

Voyages to find out why and what this all means, neverending search.

The mountains, the sky that circles our huge planet that is so small,

Why in the span of time we get only a moment to understand our existence.

A search for answers has been a quest of man since the first breath given,

Never will it cease to be a search for answers to these questions we seek.

Keith Garrett

“JONATHAN”

Jealousy for a young girl would soon turn to grief,

Wishing selfishly that her newborn brother would never be.

Through coincidence and reasons only God knows, a brother dies,

Believing in her heart and mind that her bad thoughts are to blame

She travels far, high upon a mountain where closer to God she might be.

Tired, so very tired as she lays herself down upon the mountain ground,

Before she sleeps a prayer she makes to God for her brothers’ life in place of her own.

When the morning light shines this child awakes covered in warmth and a man with a smile,

Where did he come from as he asks how she slept and a bowl of hot porridge offered to her?

He asks of her journey there, he is a most unusual sort of man who appears to possess much wisdom,

She speaks of her conversation with God as he listens with a look of great understanding.

“What is your name she asks,” I am Jonathan! this is my mountain and you are far from home,

I wanted to be as high as possible so that God would hear me when I said I was sorry.

Listen, child! It’s not your fault, he has made his decision, your brother with him, you with your family,

Was this a miracle that a father found his daughter high on a mountain, was he shown the way,

Where was Jonathan, was he an angel,? she shared time with him, never again was he seen.

Keith Garrett

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

I’ve drifted across the open sea, I wait for you to find me,

In a bottle I have been placed, a message that I am alive.

You are no longer there anymore but I let you know I exist,

A thought of what you meant to me, a thought of what I once meant.

If my message gets to you yet then again how can this possibly be,

You are a memory from yesterday, I am a thought that sails the sea.

Time does not stop, It has no sympathy, it makes what is what was,

Life and all that’s within it is reduced to memories, things of yesterday.

Message in a bottle is what I am, If you find me take me for what I am,

You are forever now, I am something that will one day fade away.

Keith Garrett

I AM NOT A RICH MAN

BUT RICH I AM

I do not own a home or a treasure chest of gold,

Stocks and bonds are few, diamonds are a little too.

I am not a rich man as calculated by statistics and daily man,

A special car or a vacation home does not show of my value,

I am not a rich man, estimated by paper money or material things.

But rich I am, If life is valued in a simple way, just a regular day,

These things are free but of gold bars to me, listen to what makes a rich man.

If love is in your day then rich you are in a most special way,

I can walk and see with my every day, I breathe freely, I’m okay.

A roof over my head, clothes on my back, never to bed am I hungry,

So much can cost money, beauty, staying healthy, a song you sing is free,

But rich I am, with that which is mine and my thoughts every way.

Keith Garrett

LAUGHTER IN THE WOODS

How deep the woods, into the mist of the early morning,

Through the trees my feet walk upon the aging leaves.

Can’t see the sky beyond the trees so high,

Quiet is the sound as i move along.

Something there, an echo through the cool, wet air,

Laughter far off in the distance, no one there.

I search as it calls to me, my curiosity,

Listen to it i do with no direction be known.

Are you there, are you anywhere, someone,

Laughter in the woods, only laughter in the woods.

How strange it seems, am i only in a dream,

The sounds of neverending laughter are here.

Laughter in the woods, nothing but laughter in the woods.

Keith Garrett