WONDER

What things may be of wonder, beyond the universe,

God created heaven and earth, I wonder, who is God?

I at times wonder why the world is covered in water,

We can not drink it, our Earth has a water shortage.

Do you wonder why man and nature exist together,

I wonder why man destroys everything and nature.

To wonder is to dream, to have thoughts, Imagine,

I wonder if this world will survive long enough to keep wondering?

Keith Garrett

I WILL FIND YOU

It was a warm Summers night when last you were seen,

Disappeared did you into the quiet darkness, but where.?

No understanding to my mind as why this could be,

Was there something wrong, what bothered your heart.?

I will find you, walk the open roads to anywhere,

Climb up high into the hills beyond the height of the trees.

Into the dark forest, fear will not weaken me,

Town after town I will search forever for thee.

Across lakes of many, I will travel, I will find you,

Know that from dawn till dusk focus is in me.

Your trail is followed, the reasons for your departure are such a mystery,

I will find you, the truth shall be known.

Whether it be of force or a thought of your own.

I am known to you as you are to me,

I will find you, this will be.

Keith Garrett

I TURNED NINETY FOUR

Do you recall being thirteen, So long ago for me, Like a dream,

Playing with friends, girls, and boys whom I haven’t seen for years.

Where are they, I wonder If my old school mates are alive, once a child,

Growing up as a teen full of energy, malt shops, drive-In movies, and T.V.

A few friends still In touch with Is a most special gift of all, I recall,

Vietnam came along, A sad song, some boys I once knew are now gone.

Times have changed, music, cars, dancing, and those long lost childhood ways,

I was once thirteen with dreams of growing up and having a wonderful family.

These things of wonder are now all gone, once my future now the past,

I was at a time very young playing in the sun, Sitting here now I am old,

I turned ninety four, memories of a life playing In the sun with friends now gone.

Keith Garrett

GRANDCHILD

A dream, a mystery, for me has not been seen,

A child just born to this world, I have learned.

A descendant, a great grandchild to my Father, mother,

A young child so new, I heard you’re a little boy, I heard.

Not your name can I say, I don’t know you, no name given to me,

A grandchild, not for me to see, a daughter so bitter, sorry.

I say to you Grandchild, I am Grandfather with a name,

One day you will understand, anger and a grudge will haunt your land.

Keith Garrett

I STOOD LAST NIGHT

In the dark of night, a clear sky that showed stars of plenty,

I stood last night all alone with my thoughts and fears.

A beautiful, quiet, night with everything around In my sight,

Wondering, thinking about my tomorrow and what’s to come.

I looked far beyond the stars trying hard to see beyond the mystery,

It appeared that all out there was so still to my eyes but forever moving.

I stood last night watching time go by, examing what my life Is about,

Which part of the day might this be In my time, I’m sure It’s a bit past noon.

I stood last night wondering what kind of world I am living in as I age more,

There Is much angry energy around, Is love the greatest wonder of all.?

Keith Garrett

ORPHANAGE

Lost inside within a place full of lives,

How many care that they are there?

Not a pretty sight by day or by night,

A smile fades as not a family rescues you this day.

The halls hold eyes that have wishes deep inside,

Bring us home, we need a father and mother of our own.

An orphanage is not a home, nor a place we should roam,

Take us from here, we pray that you may love us and hear.

Keith Garrett

I HAVE WALKED A LONG ROAD

Jesus on one side and the devil on the other, they follow always,

I have walked a long road with a little sin, some kindness, and regret.

They are not seen with eyes of sight but you can feel them both testing,

I have walked the center of this road for much of my time, I see both sides.

The devil smiled whenever I did wrong, on the other side I saw Jesus cry,

When no remorse was seen in my heart, the devil laughed, Jesus never left.

My eyes could see the darkness as the devil walked on my left side wanting,

Turning to my right Jesus and his light never has given up on me, I still walk.

No longer do I walk the center of that long road as closer to the right I feel,

I reach for his hand but still fingertips away, the devil stands strong but I am stronger.

For all that I have done wrong, I do live with but I ask forgiveness to those and to him,

As they both walk the road I walk where the light shines upon my soul.

Keith Garrett

BLUE JEANS

Antique in time, from the seventies, a pair so fine,

I remember I put them away, blue Jeans for another day.

A touch faded were they, comfortable in a certain way,

Worn were they to a party, perhaps a barbecue or two,

A Saturday night drive-in, what jeans were worn by you?

Blue jeans I took from a shelf, dusty, aged from time,

They fit me once before, now I can wear them in my mind.

Keith Garrett

I CAN CRY

Working hard is what I do, bruises and cuts are many too,

I know I’m strong but the pain is inside, so I can cry.

There lives in me the will to survive, I’ve walked fifty miles.

When my journey was done with god at my side, I can cry,

I can throw a football, hike up through the hills and fall,

I can run through a fire, defend my girl, I can cry.

I can cry when the world is at war,

I can be strong and I can cry some more.

When you lose a loved one or this world takes from you,

It is that I will cry, I am a man and any man can cry too.

To know that I can take care of everything I need in life,

When it’s time then I know it’s alright and that I can cry.

Keith Garrett

WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS

It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,

All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.

A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,

With the sun we plan our existence minute by minute.

Everything is measured from the creation of time,

When the clock stops we drift into a consciousness of another kind.

Keith Garrett