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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Theme Week: Fighting for Light – 3

Loving Arms

Sometimes the darkness gets its way
Sometimes I cannot find the day,
But when I most deeply had lost my way,
That was the time You found me.

Sometimes I feel the pain’s too deep
Sometimes it seems the climb’s too steep,
But I can fight the whole world, if You keep
Your loving arms around me.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Loving Yourself – 2

Treasure

It does not do to dwell on the ugly,
Though we all surely have it within,
The grime that we all feel inside us,
All the scars strewn out over our skin
But, you know, there must also be beauty,
Though you say that you only see dirt,
There is music and magic and moonlight
Where you feel only anger and hurt.
And I know that you look at yourself, dear,
Finding nothing worthwhile to prize,
But I have a vast secret to tell you,
If you manage to block out the lies
If I lean very close, and I whisper,
Will you heed my small voice in your ear?
If I promise to keep my words gentle,
Can you open your soul up to hear?
If I told you your heart was a treasure,
And how worthless you feel, a façade,
For the price to win your love and beauty
Was the blood and the breathe of a God
Because long before you saw the ugly,
Knew yourself deep enough to feel guilt
There were galaxies raised to enchant you,
And his love is what ordered them built.
If I told you that you are so precious
There has been a decree by the king,
That for you there be sunshine and oceans,
And flowers sent to you in spring.
You are made up of stardust, eternal,
You are stunning and strong as the earth.
Please know, when you feel unimportant,
Not a soul here can measure your worth.

– s. Clark

Broken, But Whole

I’d rather be vulnerable, raw, broken-down,
I’d rather be bent with my face to the ground,
Swallowing pain with the salt of my tears,
And watch as my precious-held pride disappears.
I’d rather be shattered, and battered upon
I’d rather be fractured, and learn to hold on
To the hand of the One who gives every good thing
I’d rather be dashed at the feet of my King.
I’d rather I crumble, be bruised all within,
And learn to be humble, to cling close to Him
I’d rather accept that I’m precious, but flawed,
And learn to survive on the breath of my God.

– 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

From Drowning, Saved

The darkness, in its swallow-grip
That holds her underneath the waves
And that would, she should know, consume
But for the reaching hand that saves

To grasp that hand, she must perceive
A light that sears her swollen eyes
The pain so great, that she would wish
To turn and choose her own demise

But oh that hand! That burning light!
That will not let her sink to death
But rather scorch the hateful dark
That steals away her sobbing breath

A soft caress upon her eyes
That tells her she can bear the sight
And, undeserved, a rising hope
To join, and live, and breathe the light!

To be! To live a purpose grand
To break free of the leaded tie
To dance amidst the storm, and laugh
At feeble death. In Him, to fly!

– s. Clark

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