*HONEY~BEAR*'S POETRY CORNER
“Essence of Strength”
I was driving home from work not long ago,
Contemplating the typical madness during the day.
Only wanting to learn more about things around me,
I realized once again how man steps above only to squash those below.
The bitterness almost consumed me until a small miracle occurred.
I was listening to the radio when the Beatles sang, “I get by with a little help from my friends”;
At that very moment, I looked up into the sky and smiled in awe at the Rays of sun filtering down like fingertips through soft grey clouds.
There was a serenity so staggering, yet so calming,
Along with the song on the radio, I could not help but blink
And feel the presence of a good friend whose spirit and desire
To know about life is much like my own.
Both she and I are transfixed by the outpouring of life
From that moment of beauty. It is as glorious as the
Sunsets I have enjoyed, with its beams of sunshine pouring
Through lacy, puffy clouds hovering over us.
Silence. The sound rolls in like thunder,
Carried by a small wonder known as a heartbeat.
There are warm moments in humanity,
Perhaps defined by a quiet, firm belief in a friend.
All of us continue in some struggle of life,
Some ratrace of a destiny. But we are not alone,
Even though it may seem so at times. Our friends appear
When most needed, whether to grasp hold or pat on the back,
And we smile.
Ron Broussard December 3, 1997 Wednesday
Can You Hear Them?
Nestled in the sand is a large, smooth rock
Upon which we are sitting.
A calm breeze rides along gentle waves,
Bringing with it a blanket of serenity.
One might not be aware of activity all around us,
Yet life flourishes: gulls hover and screech over territory,
Fish spring above the water line, momentarily frozen in mid-air,
Crickets communicate softly to each other in wooded areas behind us.
Dusk is approaching, although there is still life
To be found in a sun that spreads a warm orange glow to the sky.
That same sun will be the last witness from a previous time
Of a bond that exists amongst all fellow creatures.
I glance at you and smile,
Seeing in your twinkling eyes a kindred spirit
That is much like my own, an intensity for life
Through all things good and bad.
We have been friends forever, during a genesis
Of events to be attributed to fate or karma or God.
I can say this is true, even though we know nothing of each other;
A small dose of the loving familiar is worth more weight than gold.
Between friends so close yet so distant,
Words need not be spoken, as they are felt from within.
I touch your arm and point to wispy clouds along the horizon.
You smile with me as I say, "Those are angels, sounding to heaven abound that is forever."
Ron Broussard October 20,1997 Monday
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