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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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inspirational poetry

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

Theme Week: Adventure – 1

Give Me the Hills

Give me the hills where the giants are!
Give me the river that rages
Send me to reach for the furthest star,
Upon the road that extends too far
Don’t leave me to my cages

Give me the battle that can’t be won
Give me a fire still burning!
Tell me the course that I cannot run
The place where others have come undone,
Help me to fill this yearning

Send me to fight in the hopeless war
To shatter unbreakable chains
Send me when others can fight no more
To storm the deepest and darkest shore
Choose me, and I will not wane

I will stay true when all others fade
I will stand, bold and defiant
Only through pain are warriors made,
Yet I will still seek the endless raid,
Give me the hills with the giants!

– 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

Purpose

You stand not in these hallowed halls
To slink through shadows, worn and thin
To be encaged by worry’s walls
And chained by driven doubts within.
It burns inside, a knowledge-flame
That blazes through denying word,
Declaring you are not the same,
And breaks the bonds of hope deterred.
This churning, searching for a door,
Out of restraints named flaws and age,
Rise up! You know you’re meant for more!
Your soul can’t hold within this cage
Your wings will break, your voice will die
Should you not rise beyond these chains
And soar to join the burning sky
To lift your life-song unrestrained
To strife! To danger is your call!
To whirling power of this flight!
You stand not in these hallowed halls
To fade to shadow, veiled from sight

– s. Clark

Uncharted

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I wondered why I should take a road
When there still lay lands beneath the sky
As yet uncharted, and so I strode
Beneath the trees, and left the path
For I knew of none to whom I owed
A reckoning of its aftermath.
I vanished there, and never slowed.

– s. Clark

Potential

You cannot be a sputtering candle
Telling of the fire from whence you came,
You have to be flame.

You cannot be the wind, weeping whispers
Of how you have blown to-and-fro so high,
You have to be sky

You cannot be a twittering songbird
Forever flapping about at the door,
Not when you could soar

– s. Clark

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