This poem came inspired by one of those deeply incredible conversations that we can each have with only a few. This was from a conversation with my wonderful wife. I thank God for making life so wonderful that we can never stop exploring. I thank God for the love and inspiration he placed in my life. I thank him for the words and ideas in which I attempt to describe the wonders of life with. In all of my writing of hundreds of pieces, I have never used the same title or copied the same idea over. I keep wondering if I will reach the end, and it seems that I never will. Infinite beauty...
People are a puzzle,
Constrained within
themselves,
A soul inside a mind,
Fueled by the heart,
As the senses are
doorways,
By which we connect,
The mind has
doorways,
As the soul has
gifts,
And through such
doors,
People reach within,
The soul reaches out,
Except with cases,
Where the doors are
closed,
By accident or
illness,
That soul does not
speak,
That soul does not
share,
Yet within the
darkness,
That soul is
breathing,
Reaching out from
within,
Hoping for some sign,
That someone does
care,
As we all hope forth,
Hopping through open
windows,
Sometimes with ease,
As we each are tuned
differently,
For some reach
through music,
And others through
numbers,
With several through
work,
Healing,
Building,
Cooking,
Caring,
Giving,
Sharing,
Whatever may be,
For our ability to
bond,
Is our asset of
strength,
Using one window or
many,
Or stepping through
doors,
For in applying our
gifts,
We use spatial
reasoning,
Seeing thoughts and
ideas,
In how answers may
come,
When spiritually
spatial,
We see into souls,
Proving life’s
meaning,
As through the
doorway,
We find each other.
