Playing God
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Oh, how I cherish that bright sun! But, she
must turn me often lest I grow deformed
and stifled in my quest for too much light.
And at the faithful window, day by day,
that glow appears- my sustenance of life.
Instinctively, I lift my leafy palms
as if to catch each golden ray and lean
to kiss the glass- back arched in thankful prayer.
And she, like God, keeps turning me around
to make me straight, aware that I must work
to find the light once more. An endless fight,
this turning, turning, cutting short my time
to fully drink of sun. And what despair
for me to face again the shadowed room-
to gather strength- confront the task at hand:
my twisting, writhing, standing tall, erect-
then leaning, reaching out for light again.
And yet, I grow in beauty, health, and grace.
The secret lies in proper tension kept
between her God-like care to keep me straight-
and my strong will to seek and worship sun.
February 10, 2015
~3rd Place~
Contest: I Drew A Blank
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 06/02/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: Structured Forms-Iambic Verse:
Sponsor: Giorgio, A.V.
Judged: 02/23/2015
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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