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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Abide

I forget, I am innately broken.
We are fissured, fractured from the start.
Loving us in depth that can’t be spoken,
You reached out to heal our broken hearts.
But the world around is rent as ever,
And will catch us on its jagged ends,
Am I such a fool that I should never
Reach to find that healing touch again?
Maybe we should not fear to be fractured,
Each day seeking shelter from the harm.
Maybe that’s what keeps our hearts enraptured,
Daily falling on Your steady arms.
Why is it I go so long unaided,
Breaking down, clutching my precious pride?
Help my fickle spirit be persuaded,
Visits won’t suffice, I must abide.

– 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

Theme Week: Prayer – 3

Pray

Breathe.
Inhale the stillness to your bones
Sit down beside the listening stones
Observe the sunset’s melting tones.
Receive the breeze’s soft caress
And put aside the world of stress,
Unearth the things you now suppress.
Lay all your worries out in lanes,
Your fears beside regrets and pains
Like links to all your inner chains.
Look up, and know from wind and space,
Beyond and inside every place,
Your Maker can still find your face,
And He will answer every call.
Regardless of how far you fall,
Your voice will never be too small.
Pray.

– s. Clark

Something about a Candle

There is something about a candle.
So patient, and so calm
Slowly, softly, just existing
So frail, and yet so bright and merry
Fiercely burning, for the small life that it has
Bringing light and warmth
And sweet-smelling joy
Only gives, only provides, for its time is short

– s. Clark

Introvert

The extroverted soul knows not
The quiet contemplation
That flows like fresh air through the mind,
Gives rancor ventilation.
It cannot know the calming tilt
Of stillness in the spirit.
The silent song that nature sings,
The tranquil souls can hear it.
We mark the passing of the leaves,
And grandeur of the ocean,
Breathe deep the scent of all the earth,
And bathe in its emotion.
Our raucous moments bring us joy,
And what is life without them?
But those who who heed their peaceful thoughts
Know we are lost without them.

– s. Clark

One Day Soon

One day soon

The darkness will have had its time,
And in one fell and joyous tear,
Love’s hand will lift us from the grime.
The hurt that we know now will cease,
The scars and stains of earthen wear,
Will be at once replaced with peace.

The corporate failure of the fall,
The underlying fear and shame,
The deep injustice known to all,
Will slip away from soul and thought,
As each of us is called by name
To Him for whom we each were bought.

The ties of bitterness and grief
Will suddenly be cloven down,
And spirits soaring in relief
Will fly, all rising for the stars.
And each of us will bow to crown
The One who knows and cleansed our scars.

One day soon.

– s. Clark

Thankful Heart

(I have written this piece in response to a request I received for a “poem of thanks” to celebrate the imminent Thanksgiving holiday. If you would like to submit a prompt, message me, and I will do my best to fill it!)

It ever is the simple thing,
The shining sun or roaring waves,
That marks a memory on our souls,
That silently and softly saves.
It is the child’s gleeful voice,
The soothing touch of friendship’s hand,
That lift us up from sorrow’s grip
And keep us walking through this land.
They are the small and happy times,
The praise that’s spoken, bold and real,
The laughter snatched by a quick wit,
The moments that we thrill to feel.
Within this world so wide and raw,
That can be filled with so much pain,
There is wonder and beauty here
That far outweighs the cost with gain.
The mountains raised to cleave the clouds,
Or bright and yawning fields of green,
The wood in winter, crisp and clear,
The countless hues of sky we’ve seen!
A steaming mug of cider, and
Food on the table, piping hot.
A fire in the chill of night,
A peaceful moment gently caught.
Your family close by your side,
Made up of those who give their care
Unthinking if it may return.
A place to live, a heart to share.
And though the grime of life will pull
Like quicksand, sinking you to death,
There is a hand that reaches passed
The darkness there to bring you breath.
And for these things, the rain of gifts
That shower on us from the start,
I fear I have but one return,
To offer up a thankful heart.

– s. Clark

I Love…

The bliss and warmth of sun
The sheer ability to run
And none can say
A brightly colored day
Or pounding wind does not delight.
The thrill of sight!
The whisper of the rain,
Even the bite or burn of pain
In exercise,
It satisfies.
And lovely things to eat and drink.
The gift to think!
And learn, each moment new
The value of a friend who’s true
A warm embrace,
And snowflakes on my face
The joy that comes when you can give
To simply live.

– s. Clark

Oh what a glory, blessed am I!
What a privilege, by and by
To serve my King within the eye
Of every storm, ‘neath any sky!

Oh what a triumph, joy so great
To stand with Him in midst of hate
And know His love does not abate!
And learn His patience as I wait

Oh what a peace is mine, to know
That He is there within the throw
Of pain, of pride, of grief, and so
To be raised high when I am low!

Oh what a joyous life is mine
To cling so closely to the vine
Where hope, and truth, and grace entwine!
To humbly walk His narrow line

What comfort now, when sorrows rise
To look within His shining eyes
And find Him good, and true, and wise!
To know Him, as my precious prize!

– s. Clark

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