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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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grit

Untrodden Ground

I chose the path where many others trod,
In hopes of meeting man as well as God,
And as I ventured forth to start the climb,
A many other foot struck out with mine,
And many voices mingled on the way,
In answer to the calling of the day.
But I took note, as we came to the ground
Where shade and leisure ceased, most turned around
And, waving, wished me well as I went on,
So that, in passing time, I walked alone.
Until I went beneath the heat and rain
With scarcely any soul to share the strain,
And saw where greatest triumph could be found,
There also was the most untrodden ground
And so I learned, not too far from the start,
How rare in hardship is the hardy heart.

– s. Clark

Grit, Grime, and Grace

She learned, at some surprise point,
That pearl earrings and blistered feet,
Strong, sure hands and soft, small touch,
Mud-splattered mornings and rouge-tinted nights
Did not have to be mutually exclusive.
She learned, all at once but gently,
Like awakening from a heavy sleep,
That beauty and strength – grit, grime, and grace –
Could live together in one entity,
Like burning fire in the dark of space,
Or rain and lightening in a storm.

– s. Clark

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