Poetry by Pam

Caught up in atmosphere lands on a star looks down and beholds those yet so far Reaches out to hold hands in my grasp so needy; so wanton too ashamed to ask Hopeless souls die young martyred by life's circumstance brought together by fate sparked by this happenstance knowing what I do jumped down from above this is my ministry walking in Christian love together in our eternity seeing eye to eye giving up being comfortable till we meet in the sky

In my youth I paid handsomely for experience I generously gave away my innocence I participated in mundane existence However the night fell and I grew Sleep gave way to mornings I knew Fond realities turned memories as I withdrew I learned to cherish my youthful days and to protect my innocence always adding flavor to existence in marvelous displays Then when night falls and I grow I will welcome rest for now I know realities can be met with purpose also So remember and hold dear all wisdom told then make the best and appreciate as life unfolds and your youth will be a blessing as you grow old