Parkinson’s Poetry

I am honored that guest blogger Diane Durkee is sharing this:

A WALK TO MY GARDEN

I see the stairs and I must go down.

Where will they take me?

What lies ahead? I fear the unknown.

What will I find? What will I see?

I know I must go down.

One step at a time.

There is no turning back

From this long downward climb.

I’ve arrived at the bottom

With closed eyes and clasped hands

Am I ready to face my challenges?

The future – the past – it’s buried in the sands.

I feel a touch, a warm loving touch.

A soft voice whispers and I hear

“Open your eyes go forward and believe.

Continue on your path for there is nothing to fear.”

I open my eyes and begin to look!

There before me are the flowers and birds, butterflies and bees

Beauty surrounds me and joy fills my heart

With the stairs behind, I follow the path before me.

As I walk down the path which leads to My Garden,

I am touched once again by that Angel from above

Who comes with a message for me to hear

A message that tells me of HIS special love.

As I approach My Garden the gate opens wide

And I sit on my bench and ponder and think.

What does He hold in the future for me?

I wonder? What does HE think?

The answer I receive comes to me day by day

For I know in my own very special way

That the future will carry great wealth of good friends

And through the light and the dark I will be okay

Strange as it may seem

I can honestly say

PD has enriched my life

In such a very special way.

The people I have met,

The times I have shared

Not only gives me hope,

But friends that care.

How can you share and not take with you

The sounds and the silence that others have felt?

The confusion, the caring that sadness has brought

The seeing of self and the growth it has wrought.

There is hope.I pray that all who read these words will be blessed and know they are not alone.                     – Diane Durkee