Beyond the Surface…

Why don’t you take a minute and just say ‘hi’,

to the brother over there, barely draggin’ by.

 

Yeah, he’s beggin’ but don’t dog this brother out,

see, you haven’t got a clue as to what he’s all about.

 

You turned up your nose as if he were dirt,

he has feelings too, that you stomp on and hurt.

 

He has probably seen things that we can’t comprehend,

he has reached a rock bottom that doesn’t seem to end.

 

He’s only asking for a nickel or maybe a dime,

but you can’t spare a second of your precious time.

 

But I won’t turn my head when this brother walks by

I’ll take a moment to stop and say ‘hi’.

 

It may cause this brother to take on a different view,

about the road he is on and what he should do.

 

Sometimes, the slightest gesture can touch a person’s soul,

and restore some of the joy that fate has stole.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

 

Unbreakable Spirit…

The spirit is truly a remarkable thing,

a ray of hope each new day brings.

For a person can be broken on many levels,

a freak accident left your body disheveled.

The healing process is a long road ahead,

I’m thankful you’re alive ~ you could have been dead.

At times, you’ll want to throw in the towel,

your mood impatient ~ your attitude foul.

Your family and friends will get their fill,

through tear-filled eyes that threaten to spill.

God spared your life for His own reasons,

you will be around for many more seasons.

Just know that I pray for you every day,

even when I’ve run out of things to say.

God hears my plea, whether silent or spoken,

an unbreakable spirit, can heal a body that is broken.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Bittersweet Memories

 

Bittersweet memories of you

are still deep in my heart.

I wish that I could forget you,

and make a fresh new start.

 

Every time I think I’ve succeeded,

and left you in my past,

those bittersweet memories come rushing back,

like waves rolling fierce and fast.

 

Bittersweet memories make me want

to reach out and touch you again.

Curiosity is growing and I can’t help

but wonder how your life has been.

 

Bittersweet memories bring to me

happiness and sadness at the very same time.

As I reflect back on a time long ago,

when I was yours and you were mine.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

New Friends!

 

 

Blessings come in all sizes and forms,

such as new friends that enter in.

Like an unexpected breath of fresh air,

I wonder where they’ve been.

 

Napowrimo crossed my path,

with some truly awesome folks.

Effervescent and invigorating,

like a cold thirst-quenching coke.

 

Taking in so much beautiful work,

only makes me want to read more.

I pray that all continue to write,

there’s so much more in store.

 

The formal benchmark is no longer there,

as Napowrimo comes to an end.

A call for all to stay connected,

my new wonderfully gifted friends.

Keep writing!

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Sun Rays

 

 

Sun rays, like liquid gold,

pour generously over winter-beaten skin.

A welcome feeling ~ a long time coming.

Like slow streams of hot honey pouring,

it melts away any thoughts laced with gloom and gray.

Delightful in all its radiance, is the sun.

So large you can almost touch it,

yet, so far away, almost a figment of a very vivid imagination.

But real, for its heat easily radiates,

through skin that has been craving its burn.

A searing reminder of its magnificence,

igniting souls from within ~ as only the sun can do.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Fear’s Ride

 

The power of fear is so overwhelming,

this I know firsthand.

I’ve allowed it to control a big part of my life,

but finally, I understand.

Fear firmly plants you in your tracks,

no movement in any direction.

Before you know it, you’ve grown accustomed,

to the illusion of its protection.

Fear masters so much false deception,

while entangling one in its throes.

How does one get off this delusional ride?

Where will it stop? Nobody knows.

At last, I’ve gotten off this ride,

and I will not get on again.

The next time fear disguises itself,

and deceitfully invites me in,

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Forgive and Forget

 

Forgiving is a difficult feat,

yet is it possible to ever truly forget?

To completely void out a past hurt or betrayal,

or would forgiveness be easier?

It would seem not, for to exonerate one,

who has hurt you to your core,

is a lesson in humility that you did not ask for.

Yet, forgiveness is the key to releasing the hold,

that controls all those pent-up emotions.

But the very act of forgiving is emotional in itself, right?

So, what is one to do when forgiveness comes a calling?

You could always just….forget about it!

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall