I stand alone,
feeling the pouring rain,
tilt my old hat
and lean on my crooked cane -
I can only hope
there's a break in the storm,
respite for
the weary and worn -
God's tears with mine mingle,
falling down my hollow cheek,
while thunder echoes holy rumblings
I fear to speak -
A voice out of the past ask:
'Tell it true,
what kind of man, now
are you? ' -
In trepidation I search my heart
and canvas my mind,
even glance into my soul, and still
no definitive answer do I find -
Then the Wind
comes to speak,
saying; 'I listen,
to the lowly and the meek.' -
I continue on in the falling rain,
listening for awhile,
no other answers come, but at least now
I see the sun peak, and smile -
no other answers come, but at least now I see the sun peak, and smile - Loved the ending dear Poet Smoky.
'...and the meek shall inherit the earth'.Smoky, you've expressed that so very well in this excellent heart-felt poem.
Smoky if I could give you a hug because I felt that way too Bravo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is always light at the end of the tunnel.......Excellent poem....10