Tag: Poetry Corner

Stuff

Stuff

Stuff's just stuff
nothing much
can be realised
with stuff.
More money, cars and so much stuff
just not enough
to keep you satisfied.
Stuff gets damaged
stuff gets destroyed
stuff doesn't matter
when they become your toys.
Stuff is a choice of whether you have enough
Stuff are just stuff
in the end,
they do not matter.

Wait

Wait

Now wait.
Wait,
wait the livelong day,
the steps may be shorter here
and you may fall.
you may be tired
but wait.
it's hard 
when the way is cloudy
and everything seems in vain,
wait.
The waiting is hard
but wait.

You move premature
grab at straws,
fall,
into detours
that make you obscure.

Wait,
and while you wait,
pray.

Dis ease

Dis ease

Discomfort
disagrees,
causes dismay
and distrust
causing dislike.

Dis ease
disconnects
disgracefully,
dismisses
disintoxication
disrespectfully.
makes you its slave.

Dis ease in the body
will make you sorry
if with it you tarry too long
and make it feel like it belongs.

But For the Grace of God…

But For the Grace of God...

But for the grace of God
there go I...
Broken I am not
defeated no more
I can speak
of past disasters 
that remained untold.
But for the grace of God
I can stand
after sitting in decay
to the Light I prayed
I said yes and was blessed
for I could have been like the rest
forgotten,
downtrodden, 
but my weakness I confessed
and by grace finished the test.
Now I know,
but for the grace of God
there I go.

Personal Choice

Personal Choice

It can be  sentitive
or insensitive
free the spirit
or give birth
to the horros around you.
It can fuel your compassion
or make you immune
out of tune,
to how you,
impact me and the few
who don't agree with you.
Just be certain
that your choice cure
and does not obsure.

In My Weakness

I felt the stab
sharper than the sword 
that knows no limit
the sword of the Spirit.
I am weak!
I cried 
and fell
to my knees.
Sufficient He is
so here I will rest awhile,
while
He carries me.
A burden too great
for anybody else.
I will lay here on this table here so
while He puts me back together again
removes the thorn
tormenting me.
What if I cried 
into laughing
knowing 
there is power in my weakness?

Children of the Day

Children of the Day

For you are all children of light
children of the day
you cannot be swayed
by what they have to say.
Though they revel in your temporary dismay
you are not delayed
unjustly,
but the evil ways
they choose will lead them astray.
Within you no dark places
no unbroken spaces
to let the darkness in.
So shine in every corner
your light that sustains
the beauty of the day.