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Theme Week: Selfless – 2

Death swept a crooked eye across the earth
And chuckled, puffing fumes of acrid smoke,
To see that all within the world of worth
Was under his domain, since he awoke
From one man’s broken bond, in savage birth.

Then fell upon the land a blinding light
That formed into the figure of a man.
He marched toward Death, his presence scorched the night,
He gripped a golden scepter in his hand,
And walked in robes of rich and flawless white.

Death shuddered to behold the Maker come,
Who never stooped to walk so low before.
“What do you want with me, Creator’s son?
I reap what is my right to take, no more.
Man’s days are mine, and I will not succumb!”

The ground protested with a mighty groan,
When light stretched out and laid his scepter down,
“I have forgone the power of my throne.
Relinquishing the glory of my crown,
I come to buy man’s life back with my own.”

Death drew back, for he knew the soul within
Worth all the soiled lives in his expanse,
But still he raised his sickly hand and grinned.
For how could such as he deny the chance
To see the son of God bow down to him?

Then, clasping hands, Death met his burning eyes,
While earth and air around them cracked and crashed!
Both screamed in anguish, and Death realized
His fatal error, as he sank to ash,
For meeting light, the shadow always dies.

– s. Clark

The World Could Have Been Flat

The world could have been flat.
I’m just saying, as far as dimension
is concerned, only God’s intention
dictated “Rise, and fall”
of landscape. So we all
get to learn what it means to climb,
to struggle over distance as well as time,
and gain height. Change perspectives,
discover scope along our directives.
The world could have been flat.
What possesses a Creator
to envision something greater
far beyond the meager needs of man?
To scatter stars across the span
of space.
To trace
a rhythm into time
so that as meter intwines
with swell and dip of tone,
we have the magic of music sewn
into the fabric of simple vibrations.
I look upon the glory of creation,
thinking how the world could have been flat.

– s. Clark

Age of Shadow

My thoughts and prayers are with France, and so goes my writing. In this age of shadows, may we each be light.

There is a darkness in this world.
It would have us believe
That there is nothing we can do
To curb it. Only grieve
Its hold upon our fragile lives,
And wail in helpless fear.
It would have us give up our strives
To hold our safety near.
But we are not made to be quelled
By darkness and by dread,
Our feet were shaped with fire, to
Leave light within our tread.
And as we run, we do not flee,
But charge the dark in rage!
For shadow may think otherwise,
But ours is not its age.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Positivity – 1

Live On, Love On

When life comes pounding at your door
And violent flings you to the floor,
When faith you thought you had is gone,
Though you feel dead, live on, love on.

When hope has been ripped from your chest,
When all you want in life is rest,
God brings fresh hope with each new dawn.
He’ll be your strength. Live on. Love on.

When love is absent from your life…
When “love” has been a twisting knife,
Don’t hide yourself, withheld, withdrawn.
His love is true. Live on! Love on!

When you are wearied by the run,
And all your dreams have been undone,
You can be lifted far beyond
The weight and fear. Live on, love on.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Love – 3

Divine Romance

I could dance with You forever
Soft steps slide across the ground
In light or in the storm-torn weather
Love creates the sweetest sound.
Slowly, in Your shelter-arms
And to the beating of Your heart,
I turn, and know I’m safe from harm
A comfort that will not depart.
And at last, I can rest at peace
Within the beauty of our dance
To know that pain and fear will cease
To love You, our Divine Romance.

– s. Clark

God’s Beauty – 4

Memory of Trees

In lush of green the leaves would sway.
The beauty of an endless day,
and laughter rang beneath the trees
That watched us run and scrape our knees.
In times gone by, the world was small,
Yet each hill steep, and counter tall,
And these were sweeter, simpler days
Where sun shines down and green tree sways.

Now through this tangled weave of years
Is left a trail of love and tears.
Its sweetness, in its way divine,
Is marred by hurtful stains of time.
But would we trade the pain of strife
For sorrow of an untouched life?
Or forfeit wisdom, winter seas,
And memory of swaying trees?

– s. Clark

God’s Beauty – 3

Lightning

It crACKed
And in a flash, the night
Was split and lit by sudden light
That speared into the sanded ground
In crooked tendrils. All around,
It left a smoking field of glass,
That glimmered in its sparking pass
And lit a fire all within.
It looked as if the land had been
Attacked.

– s. Clark

God’s Beauty – 2

Wonder

She perched upon the cliff’s pointed edge
Staring down into a concave world
With mounds of mighty stone
Interspersed across its cratered face
Mountains, punching up from the river cut floor
Lifting in layers to crest, flat-topped,
And sigh back, dipping heat-baked toes
Into the icy riverbed.
Under her feet, a path of grass spread down
Along the cliffside in zig-zag trails,Growing into a carpet of green trees
That rolled out in a line and dropped
Into the canyon crags.
Majesty, miles from her fingertips.

He laid back on the cliff’s flattened top
Gazing up into an endless sky
With speckled spots of light
Pricking points across its midnight face
Nothingness, punctured by burning bits of life,
Stretching beyond breadth of breath or sight
And expands still, sending whispered echoes
Into the inky void.
From his eyes, a stream of light reflected upward
Into the openness, took in the moon,
Dissolving into a stream of his own starlight
And mixing with the dust
Of other, foreign worlds.
Luminescence, lightyears from his reaching hands.

And both wondered,
Not for the first time,
Just how
small
they were.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: God’s Beauty – 1

Invisible Touch

The sun shines on the skin in warm caress
The swirling wind presses a soft embrace
A serenade rings out in robin trills
The rain trails cooling kisses as its trace
So God ensures we always feel His love,
Even before we ever know His face

– s. Clark

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