The Poet's Corner
The Crystal Lady
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Poems About Life And Death |
I have wandered so many paths in this life.
I may have to wander other paths again.
I went over some roads that were hard.
They were also sometimes filled with pain.
Spent some time in valleys, green and low.
Then it was up to the mountain's top again.
Had a few trips down lover's lane, I know.
I'm no stranger to either sunshine or the rain.
I've walked though dark and stormy nights.
Have sailed out across some wind tossed seas.
Once braved the cold to see the Northern Lights.
Soon left to be kissed by the summer's breeze.
I do not think that I have ever lived a life of ease.
Know sometimes I was even too poor to die.
A pauper's grave often brought sweet release.
Mine was not to reason why but to do or die.
I once followed the one they called the Christ.
Through the winding streets of old Jerusalem..
I followed Him for a long , long way that day.
Until I could touch His garments, bottom hem.
I know I am writing this chapter day by day.
I am trying to live this lifetime in such a way.
that when this final chapters has been read.
I'll sorrow not for how I lived or what I said.
May the Lord God's holy light always shine.
So no matter if I should take the wrong way.
I'll see a beacon in the star above that shine.
And I will find my pathway back home to stay.
Then I shall go to where the Angel sings.
And maybe this time I will get my wings.
I'll be a pillar in the house of God, there I will make my home.
With a robe of white and a golden crown. I never more will roam.
He will wipe the tears from off my face and take me by the hand.
I will never hunger and never thirst there in the "Promise Land".
I hope it's there that I remain and not have to go around again.
No I don't want to go around again, around and around again.
I will rest my weary spirit and I will stroll the heavenly shore.
I will bathe my self in the light of God and not go forth no more.
I'll sit my self at the feet of the King, sing praises to His name.
I know that is where I belong and He's the reason that I came.
I hope it's there that I remain and not have to go around again.
No I don't want to go around again, around and around again.
If one day I hear my name, called by the Master's voice so dear,
Asking if I would go back down again, would I be a volunteer.
I then will have to say "Dear God, I hope you understand,
I would rather stay here with You, right in the "Promise Land".
I hope it's there that I remain and not have to go around again.
No I don't want to go around again, around and around again.
I Am Not Afraid To Die
By Joan Estelle High
©1994
Then I would be free to roam the world to see what I could
see.
Or stay at home and read a book, if that's what interested me.
No clumsy body of flesh and bone to hold me to the ground.
I'd swing like a monkey in the trees, no need to walk around.
Visit Monks in old Tibet, see the Dali Lama if he is in town.
Could seek the wisdom of the past and walk on holy ground.
Join the crowd in Times Square and watch the ball go down.
Then when Spring dawns green, I would be southward bound.
Faster than the speeding light, quicker than the speed of sound.
New Orleans, goddess of the night, can be my Spring time town.
She oh so gaily beckons us and she is dressed up for the fair.
I would ride upon their spangled floats and never have a care.
Next to Ancient Egypt, I'll go to see the palace of the kings.
Study the Pyramids and Sphinx and do lots of other things.
I want to sleep beneath the desert stars, in this land far away.
Ponder about those who lived before, where they are today.
If you should hear, that I have died, please don't grieve for me.
I will be out there, having a ball when at last my soul's set free.
Song Playing is "Immortality"