To A Far Away Place
If ever I wanted to fly away to an unknown place
with arms stretched out to thee
on a cliff above the sea
on a plain in an open field
or even above the clouds as the rain descends
with chills of joy sprinkling through me as I emerge
from the sea flying high above the clouds.
If ever I wanted to just get away to a place
of solace in search of truth with open arms
extending to thee
for strength, serenity, and security
emerged in grace
in an open space near the sea.
Tried limbs and broken heart
bleeding lips and twisted fingers
to weak to hold head up and drained
of the stain infringed upon by broken words
bring sour feelings of loneliness, isolation,
and a need to go way to a far away place in the open sea.
Mercy, salvation, amazing grace are my friends
whom I desperately need now
as we fly above the clouds weathering the storm
together rescuing me from the wilderment that man has put me in
with no place to go abandon and lonely
out in the sea of disappointment, misguided trust,
left along counting on my friends to hold my arms
in the open sea.
March 16,2011
9: 58 a.m.
poem by Janet M. Cason
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