Watching

Thanks to my mom replying to the last post, I decided to go with "Watching." I will probably post others as well, but this is a good place to start. 

Standing on the edge of the wall

Watching the people in the wide hall

Looking at their eyes and hair and smiles

Wondering in my soul all the whiles. 

Watching silently, smiling at passers-by

A brain turning and moving into a sigh

A deep inward sigh of many a thought

Confused, thankful, learning, taught.

Growing as I watch them all gathered there

In one place so many people to care

I care and carry in my heart

The burdens that tear us apart. 

I slowly leave my wall and make my way

I weave through the crowds and say, "Hey"

To a number of people I know and love.

Why am I shy and timid as a dove?

I know them, and many of them know me, 

But I see them among themselves happy

And I am a loner so I just pass through

I pass through a crowd of many of you. 

I finally find a person or two or three

And we talk and laugh happily

So I reach out to the quieter crowd

The others also on the wall less loud.

We laugh and talk, but sometimes I eye the rest

I think I wish I actually knew the best

Those people who are known to most

And people talk about and boast.

I slowly draw my attention off and away

And look at those popular people of our day

The ones the others talk about whether bad or good.

They've got the attention that they would.

But I am done with comparing my life

I'm ready to cut it up with the sharpest knife

Because it's a sickly disease that takes over

And crushes the humble, fragrant clover.

The clover of the field that grows in little clusters

And waves in the wind as it gently blusters

It stands tall on its stem not worried

It stands there in a group unhurried.

They are together and don't think of who's best

Because they are all different yet alike the rest

Each it's own particular shape and shade

But they are all still clover left in the hade. 

They are as their Maker put them and made them

They grumble not in their shallow hem

They worry not of who is known most

But shine in the sun who is their common boast.

There it lies, there message I would learn

They stand together neither do they turn

Against each other because they are all the same

All the same type of thing, clover, by name.

Also, they have the same love

The sun that shines above

Their Creator makes them grow

Satisfied, their seeds they sew.

So, I too want to be of a people who love

Each other and our God above

The Son that shines on each of us

And holds us fast like a truss.

We would have a common goal:

Our King majestic, never dole

He's got us and grows us together

In His love, no matter the weather.