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                                  Poems by Michael Wrenn



The following poems are taken from my first book
 of original poems entitled *Songs of Solitude*,
 copyright © 1984 by Pathfinder/ Michael Wrenn
 Publications. All Rights Reserved.






AUTUMN

Autumn--
The trees are already bare,
And there's a cold snap to the air.
The Winds of Winter won't be long in coming;
They're quickly hastening near...
But just look over there!
And now over here!
See how the leaves ablaze
Which blanket the ground
Lying like a multi-colored carpet
And ranging all around,
Beckon you forth
That you might forget the numbing
Of the fast-approaching freeze,
The changing of the season,
The dying of the year!



LIFE

Life is like a merry-go-round,
Spinning, spinning, whirling 'round;
Time is like a sailing ship
Upon an endless sea.

Everyone is on the ship
And on the carrousel;
To them the ride is only a game,
But I don't want to play.

I can't put into words, you see,
What's going on in the depths of me.
It's clear
That I just don't fit in here...

Yet, I was born into this life
To do the best I can.
I'll be here only for a while;
The world will not remember me,
But I'm not worried--
I have life.
They search for it
But cannot find it--
The answer lies inside them.



THE GREAT AND THE SMALL

Why should I be this amazed
And taken aback by youth?
I've always believed the smallest thing
Reflects the largest truth--
It's just that it strikes me
As being very odd
That now,
After all these years,
The thing which moves me most
To tears
Is when my little niece--
Innocent, trusting, and kind,
Not burdened
By the world's woe,
Not knowing
Of the world's wrong--
Out of a simple act of love,
Brings to me
A carefully chosen flower
Which she has picked
Especially for me.
Oh, dear God above!
Would that our faith
Were half so strong!
Would that our eyes
Could be so blind!



THE PASSING OF A FRIEND
(FOR BRENDA)

Something touched me lightly on the face,
Showing me some lonely distant place.
Was it just the haunting wind
Or the spirit of a passing friend?
I still know that death is not the end.

Suddenly a Presence did appear
And said to me, "There is no need to fear;
She is safe, son, here with Me;
She is now completely free;
She has found her pathway to the sea."

Seems the day is brighter than before;
I can see her standing at the door,
Waiting...wanting to go in
To the Father once again;
Thus, the journey ends where it began.

My soul ascends as if to follow them--
Friends of mine who've gone to be with Him;
But human eyes can only sigh
When they look upward to the sky
And wonder what it's really like to fly.

Gliding there with silvery wings on high,
Looking down to see it's earthly tie,
"Live!" my saddened spirit cried
To my wounded mortal side--
But another friend of mine has died.

Now I know she's joined the rest of them;
My light, too, is growing ever dim.
If it should fade out some night
In the middle of my flight,
There'll still be a greater, guiding Light.

The passing of a friend has brought a tear;
The passing of a friend has left me here,
Feeling things that she will never feel,
For death is something time can never heal--
What is an illusion, what is real?



DOUBLE CEREMONY

There you lie
With your hands on your lap...
So still, so silent, so cold,
Unlike days of old
When I knew you by your laughter.

Now above you the rafters ring,
Echo the sound of chapel bells...
And I just sit and stare,
Unaware they knell for me
As well as you.



ALONE

The hills and sky surround...
There's no one else around
(Not even God, it seems),
And for a sudden, still moment
Frozen in time--
However brief--
I harbor the belief
That I neither want
Nor need
To be found.



REMINISCENCE

The wind blows cold across the lake--
I think of you.
The chill seems to penetrate
Straight to the very marrow
Of my bones--
I remember you.
The crystal clear water,
Like a giant mirror
Lying on the surface of the earth,
Reflects the slate blue sky above--
I picture you.
The trees catch the muted rays
Of the sun...
The waves ripple...
The leaves rustle...
I divine your presence here--
Wistfully.



COME AWAY WITH ME, MY CHILD

Come away with me, my child,
To fields of wonderment;
We'll run, we'll play,
We'll laugh and sing
Before the day is spent.

We'll think not of the transient hours,
The day that's growing old;
I'll watch you, and I'll make believe
You'll ne'er forsake the fold.

But even as we share the sun,
The night is drawing near,
Forcing me to face the truth--
Alas! I cannot hold you here.

Although I love you, little one,
I have to let you go;
You must be free to seek your dream
And find your own rainbow.

But why should I feel such regret
And why a prick of pain?--
For once the babe has flown its nest,
It won't be back again.

So, come away with me, my child,
To fields of wonderment;
We'll run, we'll play,
We'll laugh and sing
Before the day is spent,
Before the day is spent.



POSTLUDE
(THE WAYFARER'S SONG)

Time rolls on toward eternity
And leaves us behind,
Stumbling and groping,
Desolate and alone...
Yet constantly striving,
Always hoping--
Or trying to...
And ever searching for the road
That will take us home.




All poems copyright © 1984 by Pathfinder/Michael Wrenn Publications

I hope you enjoyed these poems; poems are a way of connecting the solitary soul with others and with the universe. Poems are probably the oldest and, some would say, the purest art form. Poems are a gift from God. The Bible lists spiritual gifts; in some way, I think poems are spiritual gifts--certainly the writing of poems is a spiritual gift. Where poems come from is somewhat of a mystery; one could say poems come directly from God, but how and why poems come, and to whom poems come, is still a mystery. Poems can change lives and circumstances--poems are thus powerful means of expression. Poems are all these things, and more--still, poems are simply to be enjoyed and experienced.

Those who are blessed with the gift of writing poems should pass that gift on to others; that is my purpose with this page--to pass the gift of these poems to you.

You can get my book of original poems, Songs of Solitude, for a donation of $20.00 or more (price includes handling and shipping) directly from me at 266 Tallaha Road, Route 1, Box 114-E, Tillatoba, MS 38961. This is a 64-page hardcover book with dust jacket; it includes original artwork (my own)--in the book's contents and on the jacket. It is a limited edition book and personally autographed by the author.