Is it My Turn

Is it my turn to hold your hand
Is it my turn to listen and understand
Is it my turn to watch you sleep
Is it my turn for all your memories to keep
Is it my turn to wash your hair
Is it my turn to hold you and see you standing there
Is it my turn to make you smile
Even if it’s for a little while

Is it my turn to be there when you down
Is it my turn to turn around your frown
Is it my turn to be there when you blue
Because anything for you I would do

Is it my turn to wipe your tears when you cry
Wipe your eyes till they dry
Is it my turn to help you when you sick and unwell
Keep you warm when you cold, cool when you hot as hell
Is it my turn to pick you up when you fall
To sit and wait till you call
Is it my turn to watch you dance
Oh yes I would love the chance

Is it my turn to paint you a picture
A replica of an angelic creature
Is it my turn to lie with you under the sky
Hold you close as we watch the clouds go by
Is it my turn to walk you home at night
Or watch you walk away till you out of sight
Is it my turn to carry you when you too weak to walk
Is it my turn to listen to your words when you talk
Is it my turn to stand with you in the rain
Or comfort you when you in pain

Is it my turn to hear you sing
My patience awaits for the wonders you bring
Is it my turn to bring you a rose
But alas only you and time knows….

A moment

The April wind picked up for a second
And fluster through her long soft wavy hair
Her eyes seemed to touch my soul
I was still yet I was moved
I closed my eyes but I was still captivated by her looks
It’s as though she was painted inside my head
My Mona Lisa, my Rembrandt, my Picasso.

The sun constantly hugged by white fluffy clouds
Cast shadows all around, except where she stood,
Kind of a reverse solar eclipse
I looked around many people had stopped, I wouldn’t say to stare
But her radiance drew glances from people passing by
I saw her differently though
Maybe it’s because she allowed me near

Even time for a moment held its breath
As her unhurried steps turned towards me
I looked at the falling leaves that hung in the air in suspense
There was no wind yet each step her hair danced the Paso Doble
Around her shoulders
And still those eyes cast an entrapment glance at me
My heart stopped beating
I could feel her eyes reach into my heart and gently squeeze life
Back into me

She opened her mouth to speak
And a silence fell all around
A hush filled the air, birds stopped singing, the barking dog was silent,
My thoughts were just a whisper
The streaking sunlight rays even seemed to tiptoe around
As not wanting to disturb the moment
I am not sure what she said because all I heard was music
But it’s a moment that you had to be there to witness, a spectacle
There are not enough words to explain.
But that day all the questions to life were answered
And many lost souls found peace………. And so did I

Can I?

With these hands can I heal?
With these hands what do I really feel?
I may just be a massage therapist or am I
The delicate touch sometimes soft sometimes strong
I want to do more maybe through my touch I can
Can I make the cripple walk?
Can I make the dumb talk?
Can I make the blind see?
Can I make the trapped free
Maybe through my touch I can

But is my heart pure – pure enough to believe
Is my mind true and my soul free
Can I accept the things I can or cannot do
Do I have the strength to accept it?
Am I willing to accept it if I cannot
At what stage do I finally believe?
And will you believe
If my mind and soul become one
……………….maybe, just maybe then I can feel
Maybe then my touch can heal.