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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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nature poetry

The World Could Have Been Flat

The world could have been flat.
I’m just saying, as far as dimension
is concerned, only God’s intention
dictated “Rise, and fall”
of landscape. So we all
get to learn what it means to climb,
to struggle over distance as well as time,
and gain height. Change perspectives,
discover scope along our directives.
The world could have been flat.
What possesses a Creator
to envision something greater
far beyond the meager needs of man?
To scatter stars across the span
of space.
To trace
a rhythm into time
so that as meter intwines
with swell and dip of tone,
we have the magic of music sewn
into the fabric of simple vibrations.
I look upon the glory of creation,
thinking how the world could have been flat.

– s. Clark

God’s Beauty – 4

Memory of Trees

In lush of green the leaves would sway.
The beauty of an endless day,
and laughter rang beneath the trees
That watched us run and scrape our knees.
In times gone by, the world was small,
Yet each hill steep, and counter tall,
And these were sweeter, simpler days
Where sun shines down and green tree sways.

Now through this tangled weave of years
Is left a trail of love and tears.
Its sweetness, in its way divine,
Is marred by hurtful stains of time.
But would we trade the pain of strife
For sorrow of an untouched life?
Or forfeit wisdom, winter seas,
And memory of swaying trees?

– s. Clark

God’s Beauty – 3

Lightning

It crACKed
And in a flash, the night
Was split and lit by sudden light
That speared into the sanded ground
In crooked tendrils. All around,
It left a smoking field of glass,
That glimmered in its sparking pass
And lit a fire all within.
It looked as if the land had been
Attacked.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: God’s Beauty – 1

Invisible Touch

The sun shines on the skin in warm caress
The swirling wind presses a soft embrace
A serenade rings out in robin trills
The rain trails cooling kisses as its trace
So God ensures we always feel His love,
Even before we ever know His face

– s. Clark

Untrodden Ground

I chose the path where many others trod,
In hopes of meeting man as well as God,
And as I ventured forth to start the climb,
A many other foot struck out with mine,
And many voices mingled on the way,
In answer to the calling of the day.
But I took note, as we came to the ground
Where shade and leisure ceased, most turned around
And, waving, wished me well as I went on,
So that, in passing time, I walked alone.
Until I went beneath the heat and rain
With scarcely any soul to share the strain,
And saw where greatest triumph could be found,
There also was the most untrodden ground
And so I learned, not too far from the start,
How rare in hardship is the hardy heart.

– s. Clark

Across the Plains

Clouds billow, curling up in wicked waves
Upon a skyline sea of blue and gray,
Then crashing over rolling mountain peaks,
All speckled green with sanded underlay.
The wind beneath the waves collects the sand
And sweeps it down to meet the forest floor.
Endless expanse of empty, sun-soaked plains,
Where mankind’s frantic frenzy looms no more
Against the looming of the open sky.
For who could reach here but the hand of God?
No grasp of man could stretch so wide and far,
No stride of man had strength so long to trod.
And when the sun sinks down behind the hills
And bathes the plains within the blue of night,
Across the land, the waves spit lightening down,
To strike the mountains with a scorching light.

– s. Clark

There is Beauty

There is beauty
Far beyond the reach of man
Light years from our grasping hands
Untouched by our feral noise
Heedless of our woes and joys
Pure, pristine, crystalline snow.
Wild roses live, and grow,
Bloom, and wither brown and die,
All without the human eye
To appraise or claim their grace
Time that does not heed our pace
Silent, sturdy trees that breathe
Life that we cannot conceive
Somewhere, far beyond our pains
There are flowers, moons, and plains,
There is beauty

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Fighting for Light – 1

Light in Darkness

The stars that burn against the void
Are mirrored by the fireflies
That sparkle under twilight trees,
With fields as their expansive skies.
The moon pours down upon the sea
Shimmering milk on chocolate surf,
That makes soft gray of all the sands,
And gentle sloths the searing turf.
Beauty is not confined to day,
For in the dark and dread of night,
We see the common world anew.
Our souls can always find the light.

– s. Clark

Off the Beaten Path

If you should happen, on your way,
To pass beyond the pavement
To find your freedom, for a time,
From brick and beam enslavement
If you should drift out far enough,
You’ll come to be recaptured
Within a hall of ageless trees,
And find yourself enraptured.
If you should wander there, my child,
Keep careful watch, and listen.
Take heed of every rustling leaf,
Each dew drop as it glistens.
Hold fast, and feel the solid earth
Sink slightly underneath you,
Breathe in the scents of time and space
And let their swell enwreath you.
The magic of this world does not
Reside in concrete plaster
That we construct to wall us in
And hem us from disaster.
It is out there, in rising tides
And plunging roots of mountains,
It flies across the vibrant skies
And falls in crystal fountains.
If you should roam out far enough
That you escape our edges,
If you can wander through our world
And plummet from its ledges,
Then fall away, my daring love,
And seize the scattered magic.
For wasting here within these walls
Is nothing short of tragic.

– s. Clark

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