As Rare As Earth Poem by Jamie Ellen Christian

As Rare As Earth



Looking up at the midnight sky
To the stars shining in the darkness, bright
I ask how do I conquer this night?
Under the cover of the black expanse
Speckled by the Moon's light
I ask again, how do I win this fight?
Without a response I continue my plight

As the morning Sun rises
and kisses the day with warmth
I ask if she has answers for me
Like the stars and moon she speaks not
Yet she leads me by her golden beams to the Sea

Ocean, Ocean wide and deep
I ask if love will prevail?
He sends his tide grabbing at my feet
inviting me to sail
To sail upon your waves is not my request
Hear me please! I ask if love will prevail?
Calling his tide back in
Silly girl he says, when has love ever failed?
To many times I whisper
Bitterly I walk away
I'll go to the Hills and Mountains
to hear what they have to say

Rolling Hills and majestic Mountains
I stand in your valley below
Enduring your cold, your winds, surrounded by your snow
I beg you
Will love remain or shall it go?
Echoing from the summit I hear
Love? Of this we simply do not know!

Running to the Great Forrest
I will awaken the trees
Hello old and wise ones!
Any relief for me?
Inquiring of love's fate is why you shake our leaves?
Time tells all, so our advice is wait and see

Ignored by the Stars and Moon
Brushed Off by the Sun
Laughed at by the Sea
Turned away by the Mountains in all their majesty
Also humored by the trees
So I turn to you oh Earth, ground and dirt
Will you have mercy on me?
I pray do swallow me whole and bury thee
Scared little girl, does it matter if your fears come true?
Will you not still love him even if he returns not his love to you?
Then Earth, what shall I do?
Take a leap of faith and let hope carry you through
Perhaps his love does belong to you
Perhaps your love is strong enough for two
Perhaps just perhaps its a love known by few

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Jamie Ellen Christian

Jamie Ellen Christian

St. Louis, Missouri
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