Contemplate the stars, the vastness of space
Where energy and mind intermingle
Limitless flight and imagination take place
In the twinkling of an eye.
Forget the countenance below
With munbling and grumbling hearts they cry.
Should they reach up and out and grasp
The infinite possibilies at their hands?
Yet they sit, lackluster, in their seats
Moaning for change but never changing
Weeping for more but never moving.
They sit and mourne for all they have not,
Ache for what could be theirs right now!
Trapped in the limits of their minds
Fearful and afraid to reach and grasp.
Doubting the prayers of their lips
Settled in their despair and contemplation.
Lori Lee Nelson
Copyright ©2004 Lori Lee Nelson