Self-Reflection of Divine Intervention
She wore a besmirch engraving on her soul,
an ebon stain tarnishing all she ever hoped
she’d become one day.
That chiseled etchidng could have been the
death of her.
The throes of her desolation seemed to be
too much to handle for one lonely woman.
Although she was damaged, she shined like
celestial cherub full of ethereal fascination.
Always tried her best to reach the heights
only a firmament being could strive for.
Stuck in a pinion too secure to find relief
from, she craved repose like never before.
For she never could grasp starvation until
she hungered for an embrace so passionate
that her spiritual apathy would find a thief.
Her body lissome, her pale skin soft yet
full of lines where a smile should reside.
If only the world could see her for who
she really was…a woman of resilience.
She sure has changed over the years.
She no longer does she sojourn in self-pity
or melancholic moments. For she has found
divine intervention through Jesus Christ.
John Hamilton
May 22, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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