That None Need Be Alone
His voice is heard across the land.
Alone… we hear him call.
Then… patiently… he sits and waits
For us to know
That all he seeks is to be known,
To know that he’s here.
We need but answer in our way,
That none need be alone.
Sun, Sand, and Solitude
I walked into the desert… canyon walls my lone companion.
The wind was still, and thus my heartbeat was full of wild abandon.
Warm sun stroked softly my gliding form, and played among white clouds,
For zest is most encouraged and a love of life allowed.
I whispered “thanks” thereto which knows and hears,
Then traversed far those sandy miles without an idea to fear.
A visitor in time I’m, a toddler in the wilderness
Who wants to find out what some may spurn and see as loneliness.
But vision may be a fragile gift, and given some ways,
So I even have seen much beauty these precious sun-filled days.
This solitude fills my cup to flow in sparkling pools,
And sometimes I do sing aloud, alone and happy fool.
Time has come and life has gone… its footprints within the sand,
Leaving shadowed voices not left by beast or man.
For life has spent its golden coin on treasures left behind,
A tiny grain of ancient sand still etched within my mind.
I roamed the tall rich forests, and hills of verdant green,
When waters sparkled full and fresh, and every one the planet was clean.
Then beasts did come and life did hum with the sound of hoof and roar,
And once I close my eyes again… I still can hear far more.
Shadows bloom across the rocks as lightly blows the breeze,
And sand it fills my prints in time… a child’s playful tease.
I stop and appearance to understand my way and skim the changing sky,
For clouds can come and conceal the sun during blinking of the attention.
To know and fast respect her… this ever-changing land,
And trail the young coyote in joy across the sand.
For solitude is welcome during a world made mad with speed,
And I do like to wander… sowing the peaceful seed.
I don’t miss the madness of man’s most heedless race,
For I’m a part of sun and sand and solitude…
Of this wild and sacred place.
And Leave an honest Clean View
Respect for all times … in varied forms… begins with look after all,
All things which walk or stand or fly… all things which grow or crawl.
Such respect… how of life… begins with open eyes,
Eyes to ascertain and listen to and feel… both laughter and therefore the cries.
We have an obligation… a present that everyone must find,
To find our greatest service… of heart and act and mind.
The world requires our service… like us, it lives and breathes,
And everything we do thereto … a mark is what we leave.
Every act and thought and speech… regardless of what we do,
We do respectfully in kindness… and leave an honest clean view.
Diana Hunter McGuerty has been an educator for over 35 years and a lifetime poet.
Diana’s first published poetry book is titled Many reminder Light: Reflections in Poetry
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