Her life
Has been one full of warm embraces
Friendly faces
Untied shoe laces
Dragging through the dirt.
Her time
Has been spent in merry-making
Grateful resting, groggy waking
Reckless risk-taking
So much beyond her hurt.
– s. Clark
How beautiful! A girl who shares her heart.
Our God set her apart
To be a force when other souls will fall.
He tuned her to His call,
She dances to it like her favorite song,
And, smiling, sings along.
She is a trumpet, hailing to the King,
Her spirit echoing.
How rarely has a soul been set so free!
So may it never be
Imprisoned behind bars of hurt or fear.
Sing on! Laugh on, my dear!
– s. Clark
Happy People
Happy people!
God, I love them.
Truly diamonds in the rough,
for it’s rair as summer snowfall
to have joy when life is tough.
I’ve seen too much
of frustration,
it is everywhere you turn.
To find joy within the battle
is a true challenge to learn.
I thank God
for happy people,
fresh air through the musted mind.
Those who search out
ways to smile,
are the best that you will find.
– s. Clark
Of Happiness Lasting
The beauty of a joyous day
Cannot be marred by hateful whim
Or sorrowed words, or thoughts of gray
They shatter at the song within
And beaten, must to shrink away
To someday later, try again
– s. Clark
Small Things
All he wants, in all the world,
A glass of sweet iced-tea.
To see the butterfly. To curl
Into a ball, beneath
A warm and comfy cover.
And chicken-noodle soup
To sip. And sleep. No other
Thing is needed for his drooping
Eyes and tired little limbs.
All he wants,
Is small things, close to him.
– s. Clark
She is happy
With her twinkling Christmas lights
And her candles
Lighting up the frosty nights
Fuzzy blankets
Soft and snuggly in her bed
Apple cider
Cinnamon goes to her head
She is happy
– s. Clark
The beauty of a joyous day
Cannot be marred by hateful whim,
Or sorrowed words, or thoughts of gray,
They shatter at the song within.
And, beaten, must to shrink away
To someday later try again.
– s. Clark
Poetry by Shigé Clark 