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Memories of Youth God, please send me back to real love
To where the tiny acorn grows
Into the great tree that shadows
And cools me from the sun above.
Let me rise to meet the new day
And greet the wonders of the sky
Never knowing or caring why
You wanted me to love this way.
Take me where my children were born
When their cries filled my life with joy
A gentle girl and a sweet boy
I was happy, though slightly worn.
Dirty faces and jeans in fray
As they chased the stars and rainbows
Sailing, laughing, as the wind blows
Crayons, dolls and big trucks for play.
God, show me a man that I can trust
Who can fill my heart with promise
Whose name and face I'll always miss
Even when our youth turns to dust.
To feel the warmth of tender arms
Around me in the black of night
Let loneliness take hasty flight
As we succombed to gentle charms.
God, I can't live without real love
Is there no heart left here for me?
Won't you just let the heavens free
A special angel from above?
To bring the life that I once knew
The joy that laughing children bring
To proudly wear a wedding ring
Hand in hand, as one makes two.
11/14/01
Amy Riberdy
amy this is such a wonderful poem....... I know what you mean with these words..... you just want to be happy.... and my friend I wish you all the love that this world has to offer....... this is such a heart felt plea....... I prayer that god with shine his love on you and you find the love of your life........
A moving explication of that loving yearning which makes us human. Love, indeed, defines our essence as human beings in every sense. May we then continue to yearn and embrace that living love that will outlive the monuments of stone and time: "Even when your youth turns to dust. To feel the warmth of tender arms... Let loneliness take hasty flight... To bring the life that I once knew The joy that laughing children bring..." Surely, in a powerful reality of the contemplative conception we all share, Amy has done very well to courageously let go, in this deep- felt, no holds barred prayer. This is the stuff real dreams and humane reality are made of. And I am glad to be reading Amy's "Prayer' this new day on earthly pathways with smiles, dimples and thoughtfulness! Ugonna