I come, to the family of Writing.Com |
I come to a family long lost many paths have I taken. Some with cunning deceit, others with empty promises. Welcome me with open arms for I am weary and at wit's end. Some hands extend their love, in me they simply trust. For you, I'll always have a special place within my heart. Others wait cautiously like a shephard before his flock. Yet I blame you not for I would have done the same. Your writings of young and old my eyes have beheld written on your walls of hope sank deep within my heart. Like beacons they guided me to this place I'd like to call home. Like an apprentice to his master a student to his mentor I come on bended knee. Nurture me and instruct me on all life's ins and outs. When I err chastise me not with scorpions' stings and venomous tongues. But with words of encouragement yet you must be firm. For my heart has become sensitive like rose petals in the desert sun. For you I'll do the same to judge the works put before me. But now is not the time for still I'm just a babe, not strong enough to stand. But I assure you, my tongue will always utter words of encouragement and always with honesty. Like an uncouth cad I come from life's muck and mire but yet I bring you gold. I say this not of arrogance for this gold is not mine to keep but a gift from above, that Id like to share. Words of gold to ease life's pain and wet the thirsty tongue. Uplift the downtrodden and bring hope to the destitute. Unending gifts he gives to me for his barns are always full. So I pray to all turn me not away or back to life's abyss I go looking for another path to share this gift of gold. |