Jason Siatkowski, Palmer, Massachusetts, I'm hoping that my poem will rekindle the optimism within anyone who's been hurt, and perhaps inspire them never to give up on the ideals of love and happiness.




Trust

A young boy climbs the sturdy tree,
The wind is blowing and he feels free.
He looks down and sees his dad,
he smiles and his heart is glad.

The child jumps and laughs with glee,
he yells out loud, "Catch me! Catch me!"
There is no doubt in the child's heart,
and there's no delay on Daddy's part.

Strong hands reach up and catch the boy,
the child's heart is filled with joy.
He laughs, secure in Dad's embrace,
and happiness is on his face.

Truth without question, trust without fear,
live life as if the last day is near.
Mistakes will be made, that is a given,
but let the accounting be done in heaven.

A woman sits, not far away
and watches the father and child play.
Their laughter drifts across the field,
melancholy is revealed.

Memories from another life,
cut through the sound like a knife.
Remembrances of promises made,
and thoughts of trusts that were betrayed.

Conflicting images, her thoughts whirled,
"How can there be joy in this cruel world?
How can there be love, it's all lies!"
But there it was, in front of her eyes.

A simple lesson, easy to learn,
open your heart, and let yourself yearn.
Easy to learn, but hard to try,
she feels herself begin to cry.

And as she does, an angel appears,
and whispers softly in her ears,
"Love and joy do truly exist,
banish your fear, and remember this,

Truth without question, trust without fear,
live life as if the last day is near.
Mistakes will be made, that is a given,
but let the accounting be done in heaven."


Copyright December 14, 1999 by Jason Siatkowski



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