As summer floats lazily by,
Counting the days left with a saddened
Wondering if someday time will be on our
Feeling its swiftness as our only reply.
Sun warmed days, one by one goes,
Each with a secret that makes it flow,
Occasional storms give spectacular
Like a spirit hidden inside waiting to
Watching people passing through life,
So many lives, most full of strife,
Doing what they are told in blinded
Never finding themselves and going for
Like each passing day,
Has its own separate way,
We have our own paths to lay,
That forms us out of the clay.
The easy way is to be as they are,
Maybe even going quite far,
But when we reach inside for that
That’s when we feel the embrace from
We are different for a reason,
Each of us distinct as the changing
If only we’d start believing,
That heavenly spirit we keep leaving.
It’s in all of us,
If in it, we’d just trust,
To do whatever we must,
So our hearts never lose God’s touch.
July 15, 2004
@Bradley S. Hartman