The Mountains

By Michael W. Raley

I close my eyes and retreat into my mind.

I can see the mountains as if I am there.

The majesty, the beauty, the only place

Where my spirit, mind, and body are at peace.

The winding roads,

The gorgeous blue skies

Seemingly untouched by industry.

The snow-capped peaks at the height of summer.

Nature’s grandeur of wildlife-

Elk, big-horned sheep, and marmots

Living out their existence.

How my soul longs for the mountains!

The mountains are not obstacles,

But a point of perspective.

For when viewed from the mountain top,

Our problems become small and insignificant.

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The Warrior in Me

By Michael W. Raley

How long will you allow yourself  to be nagged by doubt?

How long can you tolerate the sound of a thousand silent shouts?

Some days it is hard to understand

How all of this is part of a great cosmic plan.

Yet, the Warrior in me will arise,

Even if the attack catches me by surprise.

My ground I will not relinquish,

Nor will I stop until this enemy is vanquished.

Warrior, pull the sword out of its sheathe

And run like lighting is in your feet.

Arise, Warrior! Arise!

This is not the time to fall away or compromise.

Do not concede; do not fall victim to the petty strife,

Because this battle is the essence of your life.

 

 

The First Step

By Michael W. Raley

The first step is the hardest one to take

As the anxiety and fear make your body shake.

Your journey cannot and will not begin

If you are consumed with how it will end.

The greatest heartbreak

Is regretting the chance you didn’t take.

Life can be different, even grand

If you would pull your head out of the sand.

You alone have the power to choose.

You have nothing to lose.

So what if the venture doesn’t work out?

There are still options and new routes.

Shake off the naysayers, the fear, and the past-

Choose this day to live as if it were your last.

Live deliberately and give thought to your ways

As you begin the new journey called today.

 

Saturday Morning

By Michael W. Raley

The allure of a Saturday morning

Is where I find my spiritual retreat.

The house is quiet.

The coffee is brewed.

The pressures of life lift off of my shoulders

As I reconnect to the moment

And shut out the clatter.

I seek the voice of the Spirit,

The Ancient of Days,

That still, quiet voice,

Who will serve as my guide

And lead me through this life.

The Hero

By Michael W. Raley

This is not how the story was supposed to go.

Happily ever after must be reserved for the fairy tales,

Because it doesn’t appear to be in sight.

Our hero endures great obstacles,

But does not have that defining, triumphant moment.

Instead, he simply endures until the next battle,

Which is coming from all directions.

It appears the hero has been cut off from all help

And he must use his own strength and his own reason

To break through the formidable walls of Jericho,

Which become more and more reinforced as the days pass.

The hero must find a way to go on,

Though the guiding voice is silent,

Though the reinforcements are not coming,

Though his body and spirit are scarred and broken,

The hero must fight, alone if he must.

 

 

I’ve Accepted the Fact

By Michael W. Raley

I’ve accepted the fact that you’re not coming.

As to the reality of unanswered prayers and crushed hopes, I am succumbing.

I know you would have brought out the best in me,

I would have provided for your every need.

As I try to go on living my life,

I do my best to push these thoughts aside,

Trying not to mourn over the loss and torment.

Instead, I try to be grateful for what I have in the moment.

Perhaps just as tragic as the life struck down before its prime

Is the life of one who never had his or her time.

There will always be a black hole in my portion of time and space

That  I will never understand nor will I ever be able to erase.

 

Unfocused

By Michael W. Raley

I try to focus on the task at hand,

Yet it feels like trying to count grains of sand.

If I could think solely on the present moment,

I know that I would own it.

I fail once again to gain traction

As I have become weighed down by obligations and distractions.

This, that, and the other-

Time and energy are limited, I must choose one at the expense of another.

Hurry up and wait, they say,

As the clock continues to move forward on this day.