It was some kind of personal mission he had,
to make sure that no one around him was sad.
He carried a gift; the ability to relate.
A brotherly bond he could always create.
He could magically change his relational style.
Every person was greeted with a genuine smile.
He loved to say, "Hey, do you have a dream?"
As if from the top of his head it would seem.
"Why on earth not?" came at first hesitation.
"You're God's precious child with a great destination."
He'd ask them if anyone was laughing at all
Then tell them, if not, "Your dream is too small!"
He wouldn't let any opportunity go by.
If you asked him about it, he'd explain to you why.
He'd tell you, "I pray for my Father to place,
those needing hope in front of my face."
"I made Him a promise by placing them there,
I'd stick out my hand and show them I care."
It's amazing how few could tell him their dream.
An "Epidemic" he called it, "Of low self-esteem."
But, somehow he'd manage to get them to think.
"Hold on to your dream! Do not let it sink!"
He's now home in heaven, and I likely suppose,
the Angels should be ready for the question he'll pose.
"Do you have a dream?" He'll patiently wait.
"Why in heaven not?" if their answer comes late.
With an angelic smile, he'll shout from his star,
"You need a big dream, wherever you are."
to make sure that no one around him was sad.
He carried a gift; the ability to relate.
A brotherly bond he could always create.
He could magically change his relational style.
Every person was greeted with a genuine smile.
He loved to say, "Hey, do you have a dream?"
As if from the top of his head it would seem.
"Why on earth not?" came at first hesitation.
"You're God's precious child with a great destination."
He'd ask them if anyone was laughing at all
Then tell them, if not, "Your dream is too small!"
He wouldn't let any opportunity go by.
If you asked him about it, he'd explain to you why.
He'd tell you, "I pray for my Father to place,
those needing hope in front of my face."
"I made Him a promise by placing them there,
I'd stick out my hand and show them I care."
It's amazing how few could tell him their dream.
An "Epidemic" he called it, "Of low self-esteem."
But, somehow he'd manage to get them to think.
"Hold on to your dream! Do not let it sink!"
He's now home in heaven, and I likely suppose,
the Angels should be ready for the question he'll pose.
"Do you have a dream?" He'll patiently wait.
"Why in heaven not?" if their answer comes late.
With an angelic smile, he'll shout from his star,
"You need a big dream, wherever you are."
Author notes
option 4 - full critique requested. This is dedicated to my good friend Marty Miller. I'm quite sure Marty is making his way through heaven, making sure everyone has a dream.... for this was his dream. - Kevin Pace WordsdoMatter
A contest entry
- IN HONOR OF MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. - WIN A GOLD MEMBERSHIP - LOTS OF POINTS INCLUDED! by Kari.
2700 points, ended February 7, 21 entries
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Comments
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Nice
I have met two or three Marty Millers in my life.The kind of guy you see in the morning and you have a good day,all day long

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This is great! I love this as a dedication. You have captured the essemce of someone who was obviously amazing. I lvoe the glow and rhyme in this too.
Thanks so much for your entry.
Gaylene
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This is a lovely poem,unfortunately I didnt specify no pre-writes.I would prefer if you could do another poem for my contest.
Thank-you

Jane -
Your friend sounds like he was a wonderful encourager of souls...wonderful! Lovely dedication to your friend. Pam






