It`s a chilly late afternoon,
the snow`s slowly melting now,
but my heart`s still frozen
from the time you broke our vow.
What did I do to let you down,
giving you permission to cheat?
I worshipped the ground you walked,
loved you `till my defeat.
Why didn`t you see how wrong
to treat another this way.
The respect I had for you
has simply been washed away.
How can you look in the mirror
and gaze at what you see?
You`ll never be the person you were,
you`ve lost your integrity.
Did your mother`s wisdom
serve you well?
It was offered as help
though you rebeled.
Remember her tidbits
advice galore...
They`ll help you today,
then many more.
Given with love
never meant to alarm
They fashioned your way
and kept you from harm.
Give many thanks
if your mother`s near.
Never pass a chance
to lend her your ear.
A tiny seed`s lovingly planted
in rich brown earth.
With the sun`s gentle tending
it`s given birth.
Its roots reach deeply
in freshly tilled ground,
Affording it protection,
should ill winds abound.
Cultivating and nurturing
our lives is similar.
Allowing for growth and change,
they`ll not become linear.
As with anything sown,
there`s a harvest to reap.
Separate chaff from wheat,
great joy`s yours to keep.
To fly away on wings of silver,
my heart rest from the storm,
a million dreams I`d gladly trade
to know you`re safe and warm.
To sail blue seas, contently,
my mind to cease this pain,
Would be worth a million treasures
to know you`re veiled from rain.
To reap the harvest of life,
calm fears at my breast,
I`d lay my soul bare willingly
to prove that you are blessed.
To soar high on wings of gold,
my thoughts no longer to roam,
I`d ever sing praises on high,
as I gladly welcome you home.
Across the raging river wild,
beyond sun kissed pastures,
Grows a harvest so abundant,
larger than that of last years.
Seems farmers from around here,
really been down on their luck.
A few completely burned out,
after dry lightning struck.
But the folks in towns nearby
wanted to help if they could.
They donated seed and implements,
did what they felt they should.
Working together, side by side,
they planted a wealth of crops.
Anything you can grow in the earth,
the corn had ten feet stalks.
Glorious sight to see this valley
return to the ways of old.
Those days we helped our neighbors,
without ever being told.