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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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darkness

I need you
to know, if this were
all, it would not only be
enough, but more
than I ever conceived – ever dared
in hoping for.
What a way to live – aflame
with trees, and sky, and sense, and
words like grain
pushing through the hard-packed earth.
Is it possible
to be so full
and not to burst?

That is why you must
know that this piece was enough
to bear the whole. A gasping at the brink
of tide. If this relief
is all you should provide, and even if
my lungs should shrivel in the sinking
now, it is well
received. Goodness is
carried far as grief. Our lighter
gift, too oft dimmed beneath
that oily blanket – but it
burns. It burns the longer,
through the age of man
and yonder. All else is
concealment, that lights at last
on the eternal flame.

I mean to say –

this one spark
proves all
enough
to burn
the dark
away.

The Well

The Well

Call to Open Arms

Friends, in response to my previous post and in light of all that’s happening in the world right now, I offer you my humble reply.

Call to Open Arms

Light in Darkness – Re-run!

Light in Darkness

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

Singing Stars

Ah, how it hurt her heart,
when she sang out her refrain
to find that most hands reaching back,
best understood her pain.
The sorrow in her songs
was the part which reached their souls,
they felt her hurt, her emptiness,
they met with matching holes.
And when she sang them songs
all of beauty, love, and grace,
they stared in puzzled silence, like
they did not know her face.
And so she sang the dark,
but she mixed it in with light,
so they could always find the stars
within the crushing night.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Fighting for Light – 3

Loving Arms

Sometimes the darkness gets its way
Sometimes I cannot find the day,
But when I most deeply had lost my way,
That was the time You found me.

Sometimes I feel the pain’s too deep
Sometimes it seems the climb’s too steep,
But I can fight the whole world, if You keep
Your loving arms around me.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Fighting for Light – 2

Of Happiness Lasting

The beauty of a joyous day
Cannot be marred by hateful whim
Or sorrowed words, or thoughts of gray
They shatter at the song within
And beaten, must to shrink away
To someday later, try again

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Fighting for Light – 1

Light in Darkness

The stars that burn against the void
Are mirrored by the fireflies
That sparkle under twilight trees,
With fields as their expansive skies.
The moon pours down upon the sea
Shimmering milk on chocolate surf,
That makes soft gray of all the sands,
And gentle sloths the searing turf.
Beauty is not confined to day,
For in the dark and dread of night,
We see the common world anew.
Our souls can always find the light.

– s. Clark

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