Harvest

Harvest

A Poem by Healing Star
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Coming through and seeing it through to the Harvest.

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Though I feel me slipping Away
I feel I must stand Today
And sometimes I feel I'm losing Control
I feel I must to release my Soul

Where are the Shadows
That use to destroy Me
As I begin to return my Halo
I find a new way to See

Though it feels I'm not the Same
I still have so many wills to Tame
And then I ask, but where did I Go
Since inside me is all I need to Know

Where are the Mountains 
Still left to Climb
Finding my Fountains
Growing all of the Time

Though it feels the Mystery has swallowed Me
When will Allow Myself to See
Trusting in this Humble Being that I Am
Falling down, again and again and Again

Where are the Stars
That use to twinkle so Bright
Sometimes feeling I'm lost on Mars
Can I learn to leave Heavy for Light

Though I feel my Heart is Breaking
I surely know because it is Aching
I'm Ready, Father, I'm Ready, Oh, I'm so Ready
I hear him laughing, then why aren't you Steady

Where is that King
And can I know that I deserve to where the Ring
That one that I Am
Can I learn to Love again, and again and Again

Though I see myself Connected
At the same time feeling Lost
I know that I'm Protected
But why do I worry about the Cost

I feel if I can make it passed this one Bend
I will be able to return to my garden to Attend
See past the fact that I will never be Perfect
That there is more to Everything than cause and Affect

Turn this Heart, to feel free of the Pain
Return to my Soul, and listen to it's Reason
And let it come, this Holy Rain
For this is my Day, it's my Harvest Season

© 2016 Healing Star


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Added on June 22, 2016
Last Updated on June 22, 2016

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Healing Star
Healing Star

South Jordan, UT



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I am a man who has finally realized he needs to write down what matters to him, that I might learn from myself, what is important, what I value. To capture who I am now, for that is all we have is no.. more..

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