Child's Play

I am like a little child
Preparing for a duel
I cushion, pad and quilt myself
(Child’s play can be so cruel)

I strap those puffy pillows on
With Daddy’s biggest belt
And soon the nudges of a blade
Are barely even felt

No sword can penetrate my heart
So warm and snug within
Its muffled beats are heavy
With my un-repented sin

I hold my breath and shut my eyes
I swing my sword of wood
I slice the air to ribbons
But it doesn’t do much good

The Lord will cut right through the fluff
And pierce my thin façade
His blade is double-edged and quick
The living Word of God
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Lopez Avatar
April 22, 2009 at 8:11 AM
I feel many of these emotions as a result of my childhood. your writes are heart felt. again your rhymes are off the hook!!! :)
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December 17, 2008 at 10:27 AM
I've found a new favourite poet! '...my unrepented sin,' '...his blade is double edged...' ...marvelous phrasing! LIKE a little child, yet an adult trying to dodge the ravages of sin with the innocence of a child. Superb my dear! Best wishes, Keith
Neal Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 9:41 AM
My day was boring but readiing your poems brightened it up!!! Elizabeth
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November 18, 2008 at 10:55 AM
Your poem was so wonderfully written. The thought of being a child again is a soothing feeling from what we face in our adult lives. Life as an adult is hectic sometimes and it's nice to recall and reminisce the wonderful days of childhood. A child runs through life worry free and knows nothing about bills. I really enjoy reading your poetry, it captures my attention totally. I can’t wait to read more...Raul
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