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Touching Stories Poetry

  • Look at me! Look into my eyes.
    Tell me that you love me, Tell me will survive.
    Hold my hand and hug me. Show me that you care.
    Show me all the butterflies, The rainbow in the air.
    The beauty in your lips. The locks upon your Hair.
    Even if you leave me, You’ll always be right there.
    My heart is locked for you. I threw away the key.
    I asked God once to guide me. He said “she is all you need.”
    I closed my prayer with that and continued on this lead.
    I promised that i loved you. he said “love her like a queen.”
    I took my pay and bought you, this tiny little ring.
    i wrote this poem to ask you. Will you marry me?

  • If I should ever leave you whom I love
    To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
    Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
    Of me as if I were beside you there.
    (I’d come – I’d come, could I but find a way!
    But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
    And when you hear a song or see a bird I loved,
    please do not let the thought of me
    Be sad . . .
    For I am loving you just as
    I always have . . .
    You were so good to me!
    There are so many things I wanted still
    To do – so many things to say to you . . .
    Remember that I did not fear . . . It was
    Just leaving you that was so hard to face . . .
    We cannot see Beyond . . .
    But this I know:
    I loved you so –
    ’twas heaven here with you!

  • Whatever our hands touch—
    We leave fingerprints!
    On walls, on furniture,
    On doorknobs, dishes, books,
    As we touch we leave our identity.
    Oh please where ever I go today,
    Help me leave heartprints!
    Heartprints of compassion
    Of understanding and love.
    Heartprints of kindness
    and genuine concern.
    May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
    Or a runaway daughter,
    Or an anxious mother,
    Or, perhaps, a dear friend!
    I shall go out today
    To leave heartprints,
    And if someone should say
    “I felt your touch,”
    May that one sense be…
    YOUR LOVE Touching through ME.

  • I didn’t get to say “goodbye”,
    And all the words I wanted you to hear.
    I should have said them when I had my chance,
    But I thought that you would always be near.
    I ran out of time to let you know,
    Just how much you meant to me.
    I should have told you, but I thought you knew,
    But now I will never know, if you really did see.
    When l talk to you in my prayers at night,
    I hope you can hear all I have to say.
    I would have told you, if only I could,
    Have had you back for one more day.
    Perhaps there were words you wanted to say also,
    That were left unsaid by you.
    But I do know that you loved me,
    As you knew that I loved you too.
    We should always say what we feel in our heart,
    As tomorrow may never come.
    Speak those words today as you feel them,
    And never lose your chance to tell someone.

  • The sadness of the present days
    Is locked and set in time,
    And moving to the future
    Is a slow and painful climb.
    But all the feelings that are now
    So vivid and so real
    Can’t hold their fresh intensity
    As time begins to heal.
    No wound so deep will ever go
    Entirely away;
    Yet every hurt becomes
    A little less from day to day.
    Nothing can erase the painful
    Imprints on your mind;
    But there are softer memories
    That time will let you find.
    Though your heart won’t let the sadness
    Simply slide away,
    The echoes will diminish
    Even though the memories stay.

  • ‘Twas battered and scarred,
    And the auctioneer thought it
    hardly worth his while
    To waste his time on the old violin,
    but he held it up with a smile.
    “What am I bid, good people”, he cried,
    “Who starts the bidding for me?”
    “One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?”
    “Two dollars, who makes it three?”
    “Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,”
    But, No,
    From the room far back a gray bearded man
    Came forward and picked up the bow,
    Then wiping the dust from the old violin
    And tightening up the strings,
    He played a melody, pure and sweet
    As sweet as the angel sings.
    The music ceased and the auctioneer
    With a voice that was quiet and low,
    Said “What now am I bid for this old violin?”
    As he held it aloft with its’ bow.

  • “One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?”
    “Two thousand, Who makes it three?”
    “Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
    Going and gone”, said he.
    The audience cheered,
    But some of them cried,
    “We just don’t understand.”
    “What changed its’ worth?”
    Swift came the reply.
    “The Touch of the Masters Hand.”
    “And many a man with life out of tune
    All battered and bruised with hardship
    Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
    Much like that old violin
    A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
    A game and he travels on.
    He is going once, he is going twice,
    He is going and almost gone.
    But the Master comes,
    And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
    The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
    By the Touch of the Masters’ Hand.

  • Countless letters, countless words
    Be with me quietly
    While the sun is fading away.
    Faraway rosy clouds, faraway stars
    Will they sing a lullaby
    Let you sleep as sweet as a baby?
    Countless yearnings, countless dreams
    I want to tell you
    Through the lonely nights.
    Faraway breezes, faraway rain
    Will they send you all my wishes
    When my heart sings?
    Who said
    we must say goodbye, someday
    once we met?
    Who said
    that’s the way life is?
    I’m still waiting
    waiting for you to return
    When will I see you again?

  • Dear Lord,
    Please give me strength,
    to face the day ahead.
    Dear Lord,
    Please give me courage,
    as I approach each hurting bed.
    Dear Lord,
    Please give me wisdom
    with every word I speak.
    Dear Lord,
    Please give me patience,
    as I comfort the sick and weak.
    Dear Lord,
    Please give me assurance,
    as the day slips into night.
    That I have done the best I can,
    that I have done what is right.