Through The Windows Of My Heart.
If happiness is a picture Please let me paint it now
Then let me close my eyes and live in it somehow
Let me hold it in my heart and never let it go
But let it shine upon my face so all I meet will know
I only paint the happy time to send the sad away
To help me change a saddened heart
and build a better day
To help me stand up strong and tall
and never let me faint
Or sit back down and fold my hands
in streaks of muddied paint
OH NO! for soon my happy heart
will cover up the pain
And the picture of my life will be a joyous day again
I'll paint with love and happiness
that I will soon redeem
to paint another happy day and fill it with a dream.
I wrote this from the thoughts that stayed unanswered about too little time now that it is a heavy cloak to wear.
The whistling rushing winds of time
have caught me out,
and fulfilled no promise of the things
I thought life owed me
I recognize, now that it is late, was me owed life
to fulfill all promises, pay all debts
Oh winds blow backwards, give me time
or back the time I tossed away in forfeit
While I waited, hands open, mind closed
and could not see your passing.
It's not too late, is it? Not quite too late?
the Knell is not yet ringing, but still I hear time say--
there is so ... little time.
This will not win time, but it is from my head and heart
It is such an honor to have Mary (also author of three published novels) share her poetry, don't you think?