|CYRIL PAUL'S POETRY||
FACE OF THE RIDE
an evening when nights are cool
on my couch, a place I inhabit
summer evenings dance with the sun
lingering days deliver my body to heal
music, the TV at such times reveal
summaries of salient news to report
II Aids in
a moral issue we must now comprehend
a liturgy St. Joan's delivered
Aids Ride the Oz Team supports
Aids Ride should provide provision and purpose
heighten the sensitive chords which tie us
there are those who suffer still living in chaos.
I decided well I would join
body of humans with faith and desire
dedication to enter the baptism of fire
a plague out there, surely it matters.
road contoured, steep elevations abide
rugged curves, contemptuous heat
cruel, severe terrain with pot holes concealing danger
after mile, challenge the riders to an arduous feat
smell of victory cloaked in defeat
Ice am I, the ride I closely witnessed
measure of 500 miles, a test of physical fitness.
saw its face consumed in an array
emotions ever so present on display
saw the ride, the face of pain.
as pleasure appeared so soft a rain
saw its visage caress deep distress
happiness calmly cradled it to rest
iron clad mask seemed sheer emptiness
buoyed by laughter and playfulness.
eyes once closed to the vision saw
miracles of the ride brought to the cure.
saw a thousand wheelers on the road
with a baggage of seeds to be sowed
touched the face of the Heartland Ride
heard its stories sitting side by side.
held the hand of a face filled with joy...
of pleasure its cheeks employed.
iced hot bodies, both arms embraced
dispelled with energy replace.
wind whistled with moist heavy heat
songs to brave riders suggesting defeat
the pit stop, how thankful the ride regresses
stop and take delight in a pause that refreshes
volunteer staff leveling all recesses
heat, to muscle, bad back a headache.
volunteer staff brought relief and kept safe
spirit, the body and the whole
matter how, who or what you feel
staff returns the rider on his wheel
yes, safety the key to this sacred cause
the beauty, the ride and its laws.
meshed within this fabric, a design
To bring to the world a better humankind.
must make the world a better place
plant peace, a seed of kindness
And cultivate a new mankind in
every culture and race.
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