Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"



A Writer’s Prayer

A Writer's Prayer

Theme Week: Prayer – 3


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.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Prayer – 2

Taking My Call

Thank you for taking my call…
I know it seems silly, and pointless and all,
But we both know that I need some help.
It’s the first time I’ve called
That it feels like I’m talking to myself.
My voice just resounding, rebounding,
And back to my ears,
And only trust tells me you hear.
And even that drowned out by fear.

I don’t think I know what love is anymore,
And I realize how cliche that is.
But you were the standard that measured the score,
And I don’t know you like I thought I did before,
And there isn’t a handbook for this.
And God, if there is,
Then it’s not one I know how to read.
Once again, all the fault lies with me.
I can’t seem to find my way out of this hole,
And I tell myself my thoughts are in my control,
But I can’t heal these patches of void in my soul,
No, that only you can do.

So thank you for taking my call.
It still feels silly, and pointless, but all
That I know is, God, I need some help.
So I will keep calling,
As long as I’m falling,
Because hope is all I have by now.
And faith, that you’ll save me somehow.

– s. Clark

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