A friend of mine would like to share a poem with all of us as he is unable to be here himself currently. I hope you enjoy it.


"My Final Post 4 my Dear friends"

As I sit on his old wooden paint-chipped bench positioned
in the center of this town square,I feel the chaotic
bustle of what we as a society have come to recognize as
normalcy. I watch as people hurriedly rub shoulders in
route to their desired destination,and not once look
up to acknowledge the existence of the others surrounding
them.I am currently listening to Jewel Kilcher on my
headphones.I am slowly swept away by the mesmeric melodic
masonry flooding my ears.I begin to feel the sun warming
my cheeks and the breeze slightly lifting my hair.I look
up to the sky and I am captured by the sea of blue above.
The white cloud accents remind me of the ocean and its’
white foamed waves.I am brought to a place of complete
awe and tearful gratitude for the love and provision the
Creator of all brings.My eyes fall back upon the crowd
of people whose eyes lack the color of life...of freedom.
I am reminded that Poetry truly is a gift to the soul. A
simple expression has a way of lifting downcast eyes and
healing hidden brokenness.I am moved and impassioned to
touch the seemingly hopeless with word.I desire to write
the goodness of life,acknowledging the reality of
unbearable heartaches,but splashing the canvas with the
redeeming hope that I have come to know. As I journey
through this life, my experiences and those I observe
become part of the melodic pictures I paint. And now,
friends,I invite you to come and journey with me. I
am excited as I continue to collect wisdom through the
painful places for it is through trials that a heart is
made stronger.Your Bearific Friend Forever,Love,Cybear;=)

This was allready posted 2 other times i think.
But it is a very nice poem

Beautiful...
Love it!