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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Wild, Wandering Words

Wild, Wandering Words

In Hatred’s Desolation

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Ride the Fever

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You have to ride the fever when it strikes you,
You have to swim the ocean in the swell.
You never know when all the springs will die out
And leave you in the driest, desert spell.
You never know when wind may fall to silence
And leave you drifting empty with your sails,
So when the wind is rushing, breathe it deeply!
And leave no words unspoken in your trail.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Bravery – 1

The Courage to Live

He walks through empty pews,
feet crunching on the shards
of stained glass dreams. The news
has reached him: the abyss
gapes and consumes, unmoved
by what one man would miss.
He raises up his head,
though wearied and weighed down,
the smoking dark has bled
beneath the door, but he
looks up to find the light,
though he can barely see
it anymore. The cold
has crept into his hearth.
He feels so very old,
but he is still alive,
sometimes that is the most
that we can do. Survive.
Praying that God will give
the courage that we need
to wake up, and to live.

– s. Clark

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the Call Comes

You don’t have to fight this battle,
You don’t have to face the pain
If you will not risk the failure,
Then you cannot take the blame.
It will all happen without you,
You will just be left behind.
You will only miss the victory
And glory you would find.
In this war, there will be martyrs,
And the ash will be their shroud.
And some also will be heroes,
Rising from the smoke, unbowed.
We will raise, and fall, and conquer,
Facing, fearing our defeat,
But how hard-fought is the battle
Will make triumph twice as sweet!
At the moment our Commander
Calls the cry, “The war is won!”
And each voice joins in, resounding,
And each man is named His son,
Will you risk to miss that moment,
When the fight is worth it all?
At the chance to meet your purpose,
Will you cower at the call?

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Adventure – 2

You are More

You are not only your muscles and bones
You are spirit and will
You are fire and stone

Life is not made of just blood in your veins
You are anguish and rage
You are lightening and rain

You are not built of synapses and skin
You are made up of dreams,
Oceans storming within

How could you be broken, or fear the night?
You are stars in the dark
You are warmth, you are light

No one can box you, or measure your worth
You are spirit and song
You are wide as the earth

Though life will hurt you, and paint you with scars
Let no one convince you
You are less than you are

– s. Clark

Phoenix Spirit

I will not sleep beneath the breath
Of ice, that freezes. “Wait for death”
It soothes, as though that is the goal
That waits my writhing, striving soul.
“I’ll set this soul ablaze!” I cry,
“And soar to cinders through the sky!
I’d rather burn to ashen dust
Than die within this frozen crust
Of apathy.” To pierce the night…
My purpose is to shine, to fight!
And not that I should safely stand,
Unchallenged, in this tundra-land.
Not so! This world will burn along
With me, and learn to sing my song
Of light. And should the fire die,
At least I will have lit the sky.

– s. Clark

Charge!

Charge! And arm the batter-ram
To break the wall, the wicked dam!
It shall release it’s waves of woe,
Upon us hordes of heartaches flow.
And all to fall, the hopeless foe.
They know not who I am!

– s. Clark

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