Tag Archives: life

Would You?

From the day of your arrival on to this earth,

people have cherished you.

Upon your death, would you want the same?

What would you want them to do?

Would you want the good that you have done,

to be fondly recollected?

Would you want your accomplishments accurately chronicled,

emphasizing the many you’ve affected?

It is hard to determine how this will go,

since you will no longer be here.

The wheel that you once sat behind,

now beyond your control to steer.

As you sit in the wings and watch this play out,

if you could, would you change a thing?

Would you be pleased with the bittersweet songs,

that mournful voices sing?

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Blind Faith Sees…

Unknown roads are hard to follow,

no guarantee they will lead to tomorrow.

New experiences and adventures, waiting to be discovered,

are often blocked and thoroughly covered.

By paths so murky, can’t see where I’m going.

The roads are unpredictable, anxiety free-flowing.

But my steps are ordered, so I’ve been told,

according to the scripture of testament old.

But if I pay close attention, I don’t need to see.

My faith in God is what guides me.

As I make my way to life’s next intersection,

God is right there with me, in my mind’s reflection.

There to guide me should I stumble and fall.

He has heard my cry, even before I call.

Faith propels me to get up and try again.

To follow the roads as they twist and bend.

My faith has grown every step of the way.

A guiding light for each new day.

Penetrating the darkness that eclipses my view,

making way for the traveling I have yet to do.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

I Won’t Give Up

I won’t give up, I simply can’t,

it’s not the way I was made.

Within me lies the will to live,

best made plans have been laid.

What am I to do when hope runs out?

No silver lining in sight.

The only thing that makes any sense,

is to face the fire and fight.

So, I’ll fight as though my life depends,

and often, it usually does.

Looking back will surely bring regret,

for all that is and was.

So, I won’t give up, I simply can’t,

it’s not the way I was made.

The fight in me will never die,

nor will I be afraid.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Life’s Thickening Plot…

Life’s plot thickens with every minute,

you know firsthand because you’re in it.

A change in scene, an unrehearsed line,

eight lives you’ve lived, approaching nine.

The surprising twists and dangerous curves,

that threaten your sanity and wreck your nerves.

The hidden obstacles, that lie in wait,

to hinder your story and seal your fate.

But before life’s plot becomes too thick,

the characters must change, and you must pick.

You’ve only one chance so shoot your best shot,

to change the outcome of life’s thickening plot.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Heartstrings…

Heartstrings plucked lightly,

intensity based on life events.

Each string uniquely singular,

with its own melodic sound.

Joy & laughter playfully tickle,

while another string strums a melancholy tone of sadness,

Anger binds the heartstrings together,

into one solemn chord.

Louder,louder into maddening unison,

until, SNAP…the quiet noise

of heartstrings silenced.

One by one, each string vibrates,

yearning for its former individuality

that familiar sound….echoing back.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

The Woman I Am….

 

 

The woman I am is filled with hope.

My life experiences have taught me the ropes.

 

The woman I am is focused and steady,

to take on the world, I know I am ready.

 

The woman I am is sensitive and caring,

giving freely from my heart, I don’t mind sharing.

 

The woman I am is secure and stable,

to take on like’s challenges, I am willing and able.

 

The woman I am is aging with grace,

all the wrinkles in life have not left their trace.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

What a Man Is to Me

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A man is one who listens with care,

his own thoughts and feelings are eagerly shared.

A man is one who will stand up and fight,

and always willing to do what is right.

A man is one who will hold his own,

firm in his convictions, solid as stone.

A man is one who is not ashamed to cry,

even if he doesn’t know the reason why.

A man is one not afraid to star anew,

and face all the things he knows he must do.

A man is one who takes care of home,

never leaving his family helpless and alone.

A man is one who is not afraid to choose,

regardless of the things he knows he may lose.

A man is one who will stop and think twice,

he  knows a bad choice will carry a price.

A man is one who is gentle and concerned,

he will change if needed and is willing to learn.

What a man is to me is all of the above,

if he truly cares, he will earn my love.

 

  By Sylvia Porter-Hall