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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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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

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