I recently reopened a notebook that was full of writings I thought were long since lost. These poems and prose are like little time warps that carry me back a couple of decades or so. It was a time when I believed I could write away any hurt, any painful memory or any broken heart. Perhaps I wasn’t totally wrong.
I’ll share some of them as time passes, starting with this one. I had titled it “For Kendra”. I remember Kendra, but I have no clue why I thought she needed this – or if I ever even sent it to her. I hope she is well whereever life has taken her.
I have sailed on vessels that carry two thousand men;
But need only a life vest when I’m drowning.
I have flown in planes that could fly thousands of miles;
But need only a pillow to break my fall.
I have seen lands vast and wide open;
But need only a place to lay my head.
I have sung with choirs two hundred voiced strong;
But need only my voice to pray.
I have seen gardens colorful, bright and ornate;
But need only one flower to enjoy the fragrance.
I have broken bones,
But need only a broken heart to cry.
I have known many people,
But only need to know one to love.
I have contemplated, measured, studied and sought God;
But need only experience His love.
(February 6, 1992)