Poetry that I attempt for some reason

The Beginning The End? by Bill Graves

You made a promise that has stood the test of time

You Son is White as Snow, we are covered in grime

We often question events that occur

Do we ever slow down to think so things are not such a blur

Mountain peaks sit dusted in snow

Valley floors await the melting waters flow

Their place is not to be impatient

The beneficiaries wait and fight thirst with resilience

Father, You are The Alpha and The Omega - Feed us

Lord, You are The Beginning and The End - Fill us


The Fall by Bill Graves

Where have you gone to

What is to come

The deep greens

Overthrown by Heavenly Golds

Heat and Humidity are replaced

New scents take us back to years of old

Summers beginning are a blur

Now we wait for winters cold and snow

But this is transition time and we take hold

Of Fall

The Chief by Bill Graves

Your cracks have been filled by the fears of the fearless.

High above the valley floor the mighty hang.

Some quietly contemplate, some loudly cry out for strength;

some shed tears, but through it all they push onward and upward.

You feel their needs through the placement of fingertips.

Strength exudes through the placement of feet.

Sweat pours on your face.

Hearts race, you feel the pounding on your steadfast granite.

They are a selfish lot; they look to be shaped, they turn to you for clarity.

How do you share your story? When do you get to be heard?

The day begins to close, Your voice prepares to boom.

Your counsel is strong, You long to be honored.

You speak through awesome splendor; you speak through a ring of gold.

Your peace has been spoken, Your tranquility has returned.