In gratitude for those who’ve walked this way before
There’ll always be poems for you
The one who has held me, encouraged me through
A myriad distractions, a myriad of days
On paths that felt stony although they were paved
With the certainty of those who’d walked them before
And left in each footstep a beautiful star
There’ll always be poems for you
The one who has stood still and shone your light through
The darkest of terrors, the stormiest nights
Your beam ever present and clear in its sight
There’ll always be poems, there’ll always be stars
For those who have loved me while I fell apart
And cradled my soul as I crashed to the floor
And welcomed me, whole, as I rose, as I soared
There’ll always be poems of love in my heart
For the brothers that know me beyond where I start
For those who are centred, their clarity breathes
The verdure of life in my heavenly leas
A corner’s been turned in the misty air’d fall
I believe I feel life, I believe I see dawn
Up ahead breaking into the heart that has learned
Finally to give away all it earns
There’ll always be poems for you
In beauty and power and infinite truth
They well up inside me and break their way through
All troubles are quenched as their river runs true
Yours are the hearts that have shown me the way
Intrinsically fearless as love takes its place
In the mind that was hoping but couldn’t be sure
Now your light is my clarity, happiness, law
There’ll always be poems and deep gratitude
For the ones who have voyaged before me to truth
Who’ve conquered their demons and wrested their scars
From the jaws of the tempters and lifted their hearts
To the ones who’ll devour them until you stand
Vulnerable. Beating, it rests in your hand
Peaceable, strong, in the knowledge so clear
That the only thing left to attack you is fear
They’ve stood at the altar and laid themselves down
And discovered the sword was dismissed with the crown
They’ve torn down their statues again and again
Stepped into the fire of the purging of men
There’ll always be poems, there’ll always be songs
For the ones who’ve discovered as they marched along
In the discipline of their surrendering minds
The peace that surpasses the self they’ve declined
There’ll always be poems for all that you are
As evolved revolutions of wakening hearts
Are roused at their centre, welcomed and hugged
The poems that flow through for you are my love
“And left in each footstep a beautiful star” — This is an idea taken from the Course.
“His step is light, and as he lifts his foot to stride ahead a star is left behind, to point the way to those who follow him.“
A Course in Miracles, Lesson 134
Holly Rose Thomas 