Remember Poem by David T Culver 2007

Poem and Photo of Coosa River, Alabama area, by David T Culver ©2008

THE VISITOR

--remember small things
that blow in the winds,
and things of wonder,
to enlighten your senses,
and the hope you felt
when darkness came;
the hands you felt
in yours, through stormy rains.
but remember the bright colors
the sun gave you,
the mornings you went
to see again,
stumbling, and looking
behind you;
as if
the world was looking too__
but they never knew you
only the shape of a person there__
only the sound of laughter moving.
must have been a life ago__
sounds of water humming low__
footsteps of those who knew you when,
so long before the hurt came in__
and then__
but how small a thing it is to me__
yet hovers in my conscience,
so i may see, the many displays of GOD, in me
that no one really knows__
the balance of HIM, allowed to show,
or if indeed inside myself, there are more things than "Me"
upon the shelf,
that perhaps, may give the reader thought
that distant one, who stands alone__
untidey woven collected pain,
carelessly, it shines through his face again__
see beyond the torn shirt, and ask me then__
if indeed, i know more, than i should,
to have kept me whithered away as wood
judged to die, before i could__
ask me, when all my shadows rest,
unvale the matters of the truth__
and come to see,
that all the hurt inside of me__
came from those__
like you.

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