New Poem - Gifted Tantalizing Tastes
Gifted Tantalizing Tastes
by John O’Brien, Jr.
I see so much future, in tomorrow.
New doors are opening and I am amazed by their breadth
How they fit, just me.
As if SOMEONE designed it just for me,
and I am speechless
(ok, not a good thing for a writer to be but…)
The multi colored panorama
the endless possibilities that shimmer and tempt
and dance before me
fill me with such a sense of relief!
Yes!,
it finally is happening.
The work.
Finally!
And I breathe again,
I can breathe again,
for the first time in a very, very long time.
The mountains that are on my shoulders -
they have made them broader,
when I thought they had, without thought or reason,
crushed them.
And now that those mountains have been lifted.
the newfound strength born of trial,
strength that I never really noticed
despite the kind words of others,
and their protestations
to the contrary,
is primed,
and salved only by action.
Self-esteem.
The smells and bells
of the new born morning,
Crispy twilight breeze -
and dew drops sparkling in it,
speak to me, so differently than before,
as I walk to work.
I can smell you winter,
hiding yet not.
Tendrils of ice loft on the tendrils of the breeze.
Checks written that cannot be cashed.
The well worn path
has decided to take an unprecedented turn, a fork.
And so it goes,
and I go.
But I hear the whispers -
in the breeze, of the breeze,
and the grass, and the flowers, and yes,
even of the people, good and bad, their comments good and evil
and so it goes.
Yea, tho I often see only one set of footprints in my life,
for I walk alone,
just me and my Lord.
I walk, and He walks too.
Or, as most often, He carries me.
And together, the rainbow,
the beautiful sunsets and rises;
brilliant oranges and reds,
the impossibly delicate curves of the violet roses
outside my back door,
deep greens in the thick grass
thicker rabbits burrowed in the yard,
and trees canopy all full,
tug and awaken
stark in the muddle of life.
My world shimmers with this newfound hope,
Promise.
I am secured in the palm of His own hand,
gifted tantalizing tastes of better days.