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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Call to Open Arms

Friends, in response to my previous post and in light of all that’s happening in the world right now, I offer you my humble reply.

Call to Open Arms

Stained with Dreams

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I Wear Your Shoes

I saw this poem by e. e. cummings, and it really echoed the feeling of my poem today. So I present both to you.

I wore your shoes today.
To carry you with me.
In all the words I say,
In everything I see.
Your spirit comes along
In every step I take,
You help me to be strong
In every choice I make.
So I will love, and pray,
And be who you would be.
I wore your shoes today,
To carry you with me.

             s. Clark

I Carry Your Heart

Theme Week: Positivity – 1

Live On, Love On

When life comes pounding at your door
And violent flings you to the floor,
When faith you thought you had is gone,
Though you feel dead, live on, love on.

When hope has been ripped from your chest,
When all you want in life is rest,
God brings fresh hope with each new dawn.
He’ll be your strength. Live on. Love on.

When love is absent from your life…
When “love” has been a twisting knife,
Don’t hide yourself, withheld, withdrawn.
His love is true. Live on! Love on!

When you are wearied by the run,
And all your dreams have been undone,
You can be lifted far beyond
The weight and fear. Live on, love on.

– 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 – 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

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Favorite Things

Her favorite thing was moonbeams
And stars across the sky
But it was also Christmas lights
And homemade pumpkin pie
Wild, breathless laughter was
For sure her favorite thing,
But what could hold a candle to
The flowers in the spring?
The thing she loved the best, of course,
Was hugs from family
But nothing could be better than
A heart-strung melody
The crisp, clean air, the smell of books,
The colored leaves in fall
How could she ever choose just one
To love the most of all?

– s. Clark

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