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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Solitary Refinement

Rough I ride the road to reason,
Changing what was thought to known.
Though I do not seek the journey,
I can walk this world alone.

High I fly on wings of mettle,
Finding, past my heavens flown,
That, deprived them, I keep flying.
I can live this life alone.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Path and Purpose – 3

Disillusioned Dreamer

It was a right of passage, so he said,
To reach a point of disillusionment
Where you awaken to a sense of dread,
Setting aside your inner innocent.
There was a madness in the sense he made,
A sadness in my knowing his words true,
That every soul who walks with me has paid
The stiff price of admission that is due.
That is, to look upon our cherished lives
And find them not so bright as they once seemed.
The hollow fact that each of us survives
On table scraps of all that we have dreamed.
I do not know if all the striving ends
In finding that our hopes were worth the fight,
Or if eventually, conviction bends
For each of us, until we yield our light.
But surely, either way, that does not change
The fact that we should struggle for the goal
Of what we crave to be, and in exchange,
Success or loss, we keep our spirits whole.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Path and Purpose – 2

Motion-Sensor Light

He is a motion-sensor light,
Often unused and rusted,
Who only shines upon your steps,
And lights the way, when trusted.
The light begins when you get up,
And stays with you while moving,
Blinking to life to set each step,
So brilliant, soft, and soothing.
But you will only have that step,
No long and winding roadway.
And you’ll be tempted, as you walk,
To turn and choose your own way,
But there is only darkness there.
Though His way may be clouded,
You have to take the step of faith
Even when sight is shrouded.
So you may never know your path,
But He will walk beside you.
Your way will never go unlit
If you will let Him guide you.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Path and Purpose – 1

The Cure

Teach me the lullaby
for a heart that dreams too greatly.
Teach me to sing passion to sleep
and soothe the thirst which so innately
vexes me. There must be some way
to calm the aching,
to distract the fervent mind,
and coax the spirit into breaking.
Write me a prescription
for reality, and insist that I take
my daily dose. Inject me with vaccines
of harsh fact. Ensure I stay awake.
Surely you know, you must,
so stable in your comfort, so secure
in your routine, ordinary life…
Yes, you must know the cure.

– s. Clark

You Were There

You have been there. The fight has grown so long,
I have lost count of all my battles fought.
My blade is bloodied, and my flesh is torn.
This war that we call life has made me strong,
and each success has been so dearly bought
beneath the weight of struggle and of scorn.

Though there are many crowded at the line
to watch me win the race, you shared the road.
So in the times I fell and lost my heart,
or knelt with broken knees and twisted spine,
you reached to raise me, shouldering my load.
You walked the weary wasteland from the start.

And there are always those who claim the win,
who show up for the trophies made of gold,
but you have been there for the grueling climb.
You offered faithful words and cheering grin
through all the pain, the tears, the biting cold,
through hateful words that rained like acid slime.

So let them come and boast with puffing chests,
and let them list me in their accolades.
The straws they grasp are empty as the air.
For in the times the haggard line was pressed,
I found you at my shoulder in the glade.
Through hell, with all its heartache, you were there.

– 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

Grow

This was written upon request for my new little niece, who is an adorable fluff ball of lovely! But it can be applied to all people, newly constructed or finely antiqued. Keep growing, my dears!

 

Grow in grace, and grow in beauty,
Grow your mercy with your might,
Rise to meet the darkness, grinning,
Never let go of the Light

Grow, and cause us all to wonder
How we lived before you came,
So we cannot help but smile
At the mention of your name.

Grow to fill the space constructed
With the blueprint of your soul
In this story God has written,
Only you can play your role.

Leave your footprints here like canyons,
Tiny though your feet may be,
May the world shake with your wisdom,
And your love stretch like the sea.

May you look back on your time here
And walk proudly as you go.
Leave us all standing astounded
At the ways that you will grow.

– s. Clark

Broken, But Whole

I’d rather be vulnerable, raw, broken-down,
I’d rather be bent with my face to the ground,
Swallowing pain with the salt of my tears,
And watch as my precious-held pride disappears.
I’d rather be shattered, and battered upon
I’d rather be fractured, and learn to hold on
To the hand of the One who gives every good thing
I’d rather be dashed at the feet of my King.
I’d rather I crumble, be bruised all within,
And learn to be humble, to cling close to Him
I’d rather accept that I’m precious, but flawed,
And learn to survive on the breath of my God.

– s. Clark

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