“BLESSED”

I’ve witnessed the ugliness in the world,

Walked amongst it throughout my time.

What then is its worth, have I missed something,?

I know of the good, the great and wonderful things.

At times that which is around me gets clouded,

Sadness and anger are seen on many a face.

Within all of this I am blessed,

Yes! blessed with on going life,

Blessed with friends and family,

Blessed with the love of a caring woman.

I’ve seen both sides of life and I am blessed.

Keith Garrett

JUDGEMENT HAS A FACE

From behind a door, walking down a street, who are they?

They wander around, they look without a friendly sound.

With paper and pen, not a friend as they may smile but pretend,

Watched you are as you walk, speak, examined over a way you dress.

Judge me with your thoughts but what is there to see in you?

I am judged by those whom I never again see, strangers, some family.

Judgement has a face, not the same as it changes from day to place,

We are judged with the rotation of our world, travels with the wind.

Keith Garrett

BEYOND MY REACH

With my hand stretched to the sky, I can not touch the stars so high,

Nor the clouds, a falling star, or the sun going down.

The wind, I can not grab hold, a bird in flight,

A dream in the night, never a yesterday.

Beyond my reach is not my dreams,

It is not that which I pray for.

The hand of god I can not touch, in my heart I can surely take hold,

It is not hope, nor faith, it is not a tomorrow.

Beyond my reach are many things,

Beyond my reach is not everything.

Keith Garrett

BETWEEN WHAT IS AND WHAT IS NOT

The universe exists all around us but do aliens really exist,

We can see the sun resting in the sky, no pot of gold over a rainbow.

Mountains formed, standing above so tall, not a bigfoot between the trees,

The moon is for us a reality, no face or a man lives up there alone.

Ireland and green grass are for real, across the sea they do appear,

Leprechauns I have never seen, four- leaf clovers bring luck in a dream.

Castles of old stand on many lands, stories of them for centuries are told,

Magical spells and fire -breathing dragons, were they ever seen or felt.

Between what is and what is not are fables and tall tales handed down,

Fantasies and all that is real live in our minds or before us we see.

Keith Garrett

BETWEEN THE TREES

From the road I step beyond, into another world,

Peaceful beauty is waiting as my morning begins.

No one here but me and whatever lives between the trees,

Listen to the birds high above, what types sing different songs.?

I step into the darkened forest with my feet crunching the aged leaves,

Quiet sounds are everywhere, things not seen, look close as they are to be.

Shadows move with the swaying branches just as they move with time,

Between the trees there is a most colorful, landscape to take in, follow me.

There is life here that has stood for many generations, beyond history,

Between the trees so many men and women have dreamed, all things seen.

Keith Garrett

BETWEEN MAN AND WOMAN

Dressed so beautifully under the open sky,

Underneath a leafless tree, this man and woman stand.

In a suit of black, a handsome man with her on a hill,

This beautiful woman appears dressed in a gown of color.

Where might they have been, fore which this occasion,

Between man and woman, love shared, love between.

Keith Garrett

BETWEEN GOD AND ME

Conversations i have had on many occasions in my life,

Have you ever listened? yes, I believe you have quite a bit.

The answers to the questions I have asked have been mysterious,

I may not at times agreed with you just as you were disappointed with my path.

We have a relationship, we both know not as close as we might be,

I’ve tried to be a good person but not as good as one can be, I can see.

These things between god and me are never perfect, maybe some day,

I’ll keep on trying, I know you’ll listen always and answer in ways not so easy.

I wonder why things go the way they do, the struggles and hard times,

Lessons to be learned I’m sure of, are pain and suffering ours so that we appreciate?

Between god and me are more things to be learned and seen, together we’ll be.

Keith Garrett

BETWEEN DARKNESS AND LIGHT

The sun shines bright, it then fades into the dark of night,

Just as the heart and soul of a human crawls from the light into dark.

To hide from the pain and sorrow of a tragic day, hide inside and go away,

Try and forget in ways that at the time seem fine to a broken mind.

Trauma is a most unpleasant visitor as it has no sympathy or kindness,

Steals from one the smile and sometimes brings much fear, forever scars.

Falling, a deep hole in which a soul believes no escape, hurting the self appears the way,

A path of destruction with no turning back, but wait!, there is surely a chance.

You found your way lost, between darkness and light, you must fight to make it back,

Something has happened that ripped you apart, not fair but it was gods will.

He knew you would fall, your test would be to find your way back from the darkness,

You climbed out of that hole and with his hand you also found your way back to the light,

Today holds a piece of yesterday, forever a thought, life does move ahead, another today.

Keith Garrett

BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY

From up so high life goes on down below, this is so,

It is seen from above, from the heaven where we are to go.

Beneath the Autumn sky, everything lives and has its time,

There’s a cycle of life, all things rotating as if it were a dance.

Watch as the leaves disappear from the trees, falling together,

They vanish, crumble and blow away with the wind always.

Beneath the Autumn sky, there are colors of orange, yellow, and red,

Shades of beauty that are here for a Fall season, they soon slip away.

A cool breeze in the air, animals collecting food for a Winter cold,

Beneath the Autumn sky, there is life moving as all things must die.

Keith Garrett

HER SOUL,

A THOUSAND YEARS OLD.

Her face, a look that says she comes from a different place,

A smile that lights up within a darkness, so young but old.

She sings out with an operatic sound, mesmerizing to the ear,

Into a state of wonder that will take you away, watch her eyes.

Appears does she as a little girl, maybe from a long-ago world,

Sings as if she has lived lifetimes, her voice echoes with years,

It is that her soul could be that of a thousand years old.

Keith Garrett