The cost of inattentiveness and the belief in second chances.


All my little plans and schemes lost like forgotten blissful dreams.
Cares wisp by on painted clouds brushed by elaborate winds.
So drudge along ol' gospel cloud and carry with you long passed sins.

I stand tall and proud once again.
You lifted me up to dare to live, to dream, to win.
You grasped my hand, I held it tight.
In your grasp I felt forgiveness, all is right.

Snuggled close we are as one.
I am as close to heaven as anyone.
No longer feeling afraid and alone you’re hope’s sanctuary and love’s home.

You’re the reason each day I wake, to offer again my heart, my soul to take.
It's real love, it's real I exclaim! Yes, it's real love, it's real I say, as I continually pinch away.

It’s knowing with out knowing. It’s taking that leap of faith. It’s being so full of love that there is no room for hate.
If life be the sun then you are a ray.
Disbelief is the gauge from which I must judge this glorious, glorious , glorious day.

adding to your poem


you help me relaize who you really are
as i can dream and feel i dont have to fall
as i dont feel close or alone for all you did
was cause misery to everyone around
as giving reason after excuse was enough
offering my heart to someone knew where feeling
that can be so real
having faith that i didnt before is not all new in my eyes
feeling love in the bright sunny day
where knowing someone is out there for me

very nice poem