M's Poetry
The Bed Down The Hall
The Bed Down The Hall
In my mind
I think I have forgiven
little by little
the pain has risen
I hated the view
when I saw myself
through a near death experience
would I ever see you again?
would I ever have a hug?
would this be the last memory made?
On my death bed
I pondered through unrest
did I leave you with a bad word?
Did I show a unkind heart?
The human flesh nags sometimes at my beliefs
tries to rip the goodness to shreds
tries to take away my relief
so I needed this wake up
I needed to see my life
at the other end of the hall
so many times
angry words spilled from lips
so many second chances
I could have given
but my stubborn nature
but my cold inability
tore away my compassion
I had no appreciation for the living
now I look to the Heavens
God is everything I am not
so compassionate....so giving
I would like to say
I leave this experience
and I will never fail
I would like to think
the change will be like fingers snapped
but life don't work that way
one day.....one step
one moment....one memory
I make....
and the winds I ride
tells me a new destination
I soon will arrive
taking it...leaving it
at the Cross at night
not picking up the load I left
there is a difference
between concern and stress
so I make amends
to better do God's will
the burden I can rest
the words I can change
the heart now softened
with a new leaf
a tragic day has been changed
2006@ Megan Watkins
In my mind
I think I have forgiven
little by little
the pain has risen
I hated the view
when I saw myself
through a near death experience
would I ever see you again?
would I ever have a hug?
would this be the last memory made?
On my death bed
I pondered through unrest
did I leave you with a bad word?
Did I show a unkind heart?
The human flesh nags sometimes at my beliefs
tries to rip the goodness to shreds
tries to take away my relief
so I needed this wake up
I needed to see my life
at the other end of the hall
so many times
angry words spilled from lips
so many second chances
I could have given
but my stubborn nature
but my cold inability
tore away my compassion
I had no appreciation for the living
now I look to the Heavens
God is everything I am not
so compassionate....so giving
I would like to say
I leave this experience
and I will never fail
I would like to think
the change will be like fingers snapped
but life don't work that way
one day.....one step
one moment....one memory
I make....
and the winds I ride
tells me a new destination
I soon will arrive
taking it...leaving it
at the Cross at night
not picking up the load I left
there is a difference
between concern and stress
so I make amends
to better do God's will
the burden I can rest
the words I can change
the heart now softened
with a new leaf
a tragic day has been changed
2006@ Megan Watkins
