"Ricky's portrate"
I once had a dream that held everything within my life.
It held my passions, my joys, my sorrows and strife.
Too long to tell but I'll give you the best part.
It held beauties unmeasured and sorrows of heart.
I walked long and narrow roads filled with green pastures so divine.
So beautiful to look at, with gladness of mind.
Flowers blooming and spring at hand, to good to be true.
This had to a dream for it was not part of my Land.
As I walked into a forest ahead,
I noticed the tree's so lifeless and Dead.
My mind was struck in confusion
"How could this be the place I was lead?" The tree's were dark and leafless.
Flowers started dying.
The pastures were lonely and no beauty was lying.
Suddenly, my heart dropped and tears begin to flow.
Like a river of my eyes so over flowing even to the ground below.
Tears unquenched due to my lost Confidence.
I know the Grass is greener, I'm just on the wrong side of the Fence. Things begin to flash before my wet and heavey eyes.
Things I didn't Remember, like all my hate and lies.
In all of this, at least I noticed the clear path in the skies. This must have been the Hand of God,
so many times it was in my Life.
But sometimes in disguise. Question's arose "why, why, why...?"
But I knew this was HIM,
To evident to deny. But my pity got me down,
My logic struck me hard.
I thought my Pride kept me steady, but only hurt and onguard. I finally begin to see the Vague image in my life,
of what I used to be.
I started to smile!
Still carrying a lot of that load, and what was left of Me. Reaching the End of this Road I begin to sweat out my fears and hurts,
and noticed the Colorful tone.
It was then I looked at the ground and noticed I wasn't Alone. I read the names and Stories of the ones Before;
I couldnt miss it. It was written all over the Floor. I knelt down, dragging my finger through the dirt.
Oh, what a wonderful scent.
Writing from my heart of hearts,
"to walk a journey thru this road is surely a Life well spent".
-Ricky Hurtado
September 1, 2006
