Make a Difference, Love Poet

I'd say,

"I can't stand upon a sea

Of restless winds,

Where man's not free;

You can't stand upon a cloud,

Where dust flies free;

Man cries aloud.

Who is there that can stand

Upon the wind,

Where there is death

And man has sinned?"

He's say,

"I love man,

But is he really worthy?

He'd ask,

"Of what worth is man himself,

If what he perceives,

Is perceived to be

Of less worth,

Than it is worth?

Can he not see love?

Is his perception

Not a reflection

Of his own self worth,

Coupled with my love?"

The worth of a man

Lies in his perception

Of his own self worth

And that of others;

Thou alone art worthy, O Lord,

Locked,

Like a single grain of sand

Into existence,

Tossed about in waves,

On the sea of indifference;

Your words can make a difference;

Why write a symphony of sadness,

When there should be one of gladness?

Make a difference,

Love poet.

The galloping winds,

They galloped on by,

But soon they left

As if banished on high;

As they departed

Without a sound,

They dropped seeds of love,

That spread all around.

As joy filled the earth,

Humankind said,

"Love has returned!

We thought it was dead.

Yes, we are worthy,

Worthy to give

Love to each other,

Because we still live.

Now we can prosper;

Now we can succeed,

Because of God's wind,

That planted His seed.

Love has not disappeared;

We just lost sight of it.

Thank you for giving our vision back.

Pen on,

Love poet.