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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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God’s beauty

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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