Author: blakeleitchpoetry

Best Friend

An unsure world of hopes and dreams
are lost without a trace.
Mother’s gone and father’s left;
where do we turn?

Ah, if there isn’t a Golden hand that doesn’t mind
the differences of you.
On this, God’s earth, there are only those who need
and those who give.

The rain can pour from the heavens above.
She’ll shelter you.
Your tummy can rumble and growl for food.
She’ll feed you.

See, it’s not about what makes us different,
it’s not about spots and stripes.
What matters is what connects us; what matters
is love.

© Blake Leitch February 20, 2012

My One

I don’t have the best touch,
or the greatest smile.
I’m not the best with words
and I can’t run a mile.
I can’t always be there
at the times you need me,
and I can’t wrap my arms
around your beautiful body.
But listen, my dear,
just listen close,
because when you need me,
I’ll play my strings.
When you need me there,
when you’re falling,
just reach out, listen
for my guitar to sing.

© Blake Leitch February 16, 2012

The Greatest Gift

To smile, a radiant beam
to another person; a friend.
To give, your entire being
when you’ve got nothing and everything.
To hug, to give yourself completely
and let somebody give in to you.
To listen, when you need to let loose,
when you need to talk and forget.

To love, and take nothing back
and gain the world and even more.
To be selfless, will get you all
that you could never imagine.

It is these times where we remember
what it is to be human, to be loved.

All we ever want, ever need, is you.

© Blake Leitch February 16, 2012

No Need for Babel


Too often we forget our place
in the world and search for more.
Up the mountains, under the seas;
there’s never enough
and our natural instinct
is simply more, more.

But what would happen
if we took a step back
to look? What would we see?
That every now and then,
Heaven is closer
than we could dream.

© Blake Leitch February 15, 2012

Be Different

The darkest shadows are all the same
and tell glory that wonder is something to shame.
Unconventional, strange, and all kinds of weird;
they’re the conventional normalities that place one ahead.
So don’t allow freedom to falter your mind
when you know you’re different, out or inside.
The one who is different is a new kind, pure.
Blind hearts won’t see, of that, be sure.
So let the light lift you to a higher cloud,
and don’t be ashamed of what should make you proud.
For the new dawn is nigh
where you can keep your chin high.
When the world mistakenly thinks it’s higher, above,
don’t you fret. I say, you are loved.

© Blake Leitch February 14, 2012

Stormy Water Watcher

On the sea and stormy waves,
it doesn’t matter what you say
or what you think or what you do;
someone’s watching all of you.

But to do not fear;
the watcher hears
your cry, your call,
He hears it all.

He will not leave you.
Don’t despair, it’s true,
you have a friend, a Father;
He will lift you over the darkest water.

© Blake Leitch February 13, 2012