If I Had Wings
If I Had Wings
From the very depths of my soul, I cried out to God,
"Can you hear me, Jesus?" I cried.
But the heavens were shut up like brass.
Nothing I cried would get through--Alas!
My heart writhes...
Morning, Noon, and Night.
Oh, 'if I had wings', I would fly--fly--
Away from this desert place so crass!
"If you don't have a dream, how can you have a dream come true?"
Certainly not in America!
This land breeds the Vain, the Lame, the Pain, the Insaine,
And all for Potter's Field.
But I know, "A Change Is Gonna Come".
Yet, when I call to God, the heavens are still shut-up like brass.
They are closed, silent, impenetrable, and impervious to me
So, I weep...
Long past seem the days of times happy and my eyes not shed tears of sorrow.
I am now "running on empty"..
And heavy is my shield.
If God would but hear my cries --it would be 'Like Coming Home.'
deborah burch©
6/17/2012
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment