Wayne's poerty

EARLY MORNING RAIN I never knew the true meaning of an early morning rain, until that April morning, as I sat their and they laid my son to rest. I know God has his hands in all things in life, it’s just, the not knowing their true meanings sometimes until it’s too late it seems. So as I set here,... Sign in to see full entry.

ROSES FROM HEAVEN I awoke this morning to find a perfect dozen roses, perfect in color, texture, and smell, from whom I don’t know. A perfect twelve, long steam roses, with a card with my name, saying simply, my you rest with Gods peace. I looked around, to no avail, and the bearer was no where to... Sign in to see full entry.

Fourteen Pages Fourteen pages, as I look back at my life as a child, I see pages, and pages, of my family growing old. pages full of pictures of a lifetime ago, with all my nine brothers and sisters. I stop to look at mine, I see I have one book of forty-two pages that is mine, then a book of... Sign in to see full entry.

IF IN TWO DAYS TOMORROW THEIR WERE NO YESTERDAYS If in two days tomorrow, their were no yesterdays, would you have, all your I love you said, would you have hugged all the people you needed to hug, or would you sit their and cry, with all your yesterdays gone. If in two days tomorrow, their were no... Sign in to see full entry.

MOMENTS I AM GIVEN Moments I am given, or have been given. I look back and see lost gifts, and past opportunities. Things that have seemed to feel right at first, have fallen away. Moments I am given today, I look on straight ahead, with my heart full of Faith, and try to not let them pass. For the... Sign in to see full entry.

CANVASES OF MY SOUL Canvases of my soul, as I look back at my life frozen moments of time, linger in my thoughts. With colors of red, blues, and greens, but no meaning. Portraits painted of past event’s still hang heavy on my heart, along with my painted dreams of things to be, but as I awake they... Sign in to see full entry.

Catching the raindrops You are told as a child that the rain from the sky comes from Heaven, you are told that the angels are sad; and they cry for the loss of a loved one, and that they cry for the ones that are suffering the loss. So as children you spend your time catching the raindrops, tears... Sign in to see full entry.