Heaven's Trail

It was a sunny day in Arkansas.
A young man rose from sleep.
As usual, he studied law,
and a store he did help keep.

He'd been searching for that someone
to fill the empty hole.
He'd just begun to look around.
He'd just begun to stroll,

but busy as he was,
he hardly got out.
It was either work or school;
a career-bound route.

He awoke one day feeling frail
as if he'd fallen ill.
Actually he'd felt quite lousy;
enough to write his will.

He headed for a medicine man
to see what he would say.
The doctor folded his hands,
"the situation is rather gray."

He thought he was healthy;
he thought in good shape;
but cancer is wealthy
and did easily overtake.

"Six months to live," the doctor said,
"that'd be my guess.
If you'd come to me sooner, you mightn't have died,
but now it has progressed.

Therapy won't do much now.
It's too late in the game.
You can stay with a nurse
or travel just the same."

Meanwhile, in Boston,
a young lady rises;
scurrying across campus;
never realizing.

She too seeks love
to come into her life,
but also studies law;
hasn't time to be a wife.

Next year she'll be graduate
while this year she is under.
She'll finish up at Harvard;
no room for a blunder.

Still, the Arkansas man
weeps in his steps.
He decides to travel
since he hasn't much left.

He never finds his Harvard acceptance.
He never opened his mail.
He took all of his money,
invested and set sail.

Love is full of sacrifice.
Heaven is full of peace.
It's somewhere we can live lost life
and enjoy eternity.

The future was known up above,
yet nebulous on the planet.
She must give herself up for love
or she might never have it.

She tred to her dorm
as if she'd lost a friend,
left a note to inform,
and made her bed.

She's not sure why she's done this.
She felt she lost her soul.
She took a rope and hung it up
and above her neck she pulled.

In minutes, her lungs rejected air.
She no loger had life within her.
Instead, she was just dangling there,
left alone to wither.

Likewise, the man from Arkansas,
was cruisig the big sea,
getting sicker as time elapsed,
and passed on quietly.

Months it took to get to heaven,
and she'd been repenting her sin for seven.
Pleading acceptance at the gates;
very paitently she did wait.

At final approval, she entered the world in the sky,
but before she spanned two feet, she bumped into a guy.
They saw each other and at first sight
they found their sought out love up high.

May 12, 1991

The Breaking Point

From the depth of sullenness,
a cry is released.
Screeching with violence,
the silence is ceased.

Next comes the laughter
behind the scenes,
accompanied by whispers
rallying between.

A jerk of the head;
A sonorous glance;
Many tears shed;
No noble stance;

All eyes center.
They all stare.
It won't get better.
She is quite aware.

An orb of commotion
molded to harm
weighed down with emotion
triggered the alarm.

The stress was too much.
She could bear no more,
but she's numb to the touch
and has closed the door.

The others around her
just watched her top blow.
They watched her soul wander
and didn't help it home.

Too late has already past.
Her escape wasn't too fast.

Entangled in
delicate strings,
the web of confusion
has locked her in.

May 6, 1991