Reclaimed

A treasure fell into the dusty sand
Passersby called it a shame
Rainstorms washed the treasure
Sunlight made it shine
Onlookers admired the treasure
And lamented at the waste
Of a treasure glistening by the wayside
Until one stopped to pick it up
But the treasure was too great
For one alone to lift
Many were called
Few answered
But those were enough
To carry the treasure
From the trench
To a place of honor where it belonged
All became richer for the redeemed treasure
But none so rich as those who claimed it

Eye of the Beholder

I crafted my words carefully
A mural for the mind
My own stained-glass depiction
A creation I designed
Some saw style, grace, and charm
Some saw deformity
I marveled at the different view
Each spectator would see
This outcome I did not expect
The prose that was my art
Was not a window to my soul
It was a mirror to your heart

My Child

Sunrise thought
Earliest message
Treasured gift
Best decision
Greatest investment
Precious reward
Happiest hours
Sweet reflection
Brilliant gaze
Angel face
Cheek I kiss
Scent I know
Hand I hold
Finest sight
Flavor of life
Pulse of my soul
Front in my mind
Hope for what comes
Alive in my heart
Call I answer
Favorite sound
Wishes for you
Reason for me
Tremendous adventure
Keep you forever
Sunset memory
Theme of my dreams

Your Door Was Always Open

Your door was always open
And you hoped the world would come
To see you in the splendor
Of the place where you were from

Your door was always open
Often times you felt the breeze
While you waited to be called on
At your leisure in your ease

Your world closed in around you
And you didn't understand
Why your home felt strange and empty
Not as happy as you'd planned

Your door was always open
While we danced in open air
We called for you to join us
But you didn't leave your chair

And though your door was open
You could not see past your pride
Your door was always open
But you never came outside