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Original song: Go In Peace written by Sam Baker
Go and see what's waiting for you
Go and hear sweet angel's sing
I will come, and I'll be with you
When my time here is through
Then I'll fly above the stars
Away from sorrow, away from pain
To the place my heart longs for
To be with you, with you again
Go on wings of birds or angels
Nevermind,I know you'll fly
Your soul is light, no burdens hold you
Even my arms that held you tight
Like a butterfly you flew
Away from me but to your home
And although I ache to hold you
I have faith, I have hope
So don't look behind you darling
Fly straight and fly true
To strong arms that hold you safer
Then these arms ever could.
And if you do look down at me
From your heights of joy above
Don't be sad , don't be angry
Please forgive this mother's love
[Verse 1]
You were our happy dreams, shining like the stars,
The sparkle in our eyes, no matter where we are.
You were our destiny, like the sun in the sky,
But time keeps rolling on, and we wonder why.
[Chorus]
Nothing is set in stone, that’s the way it goes,
Life’s unexpected turns, the highs and the lows.
The Lord gives and takes, with purpose so divine,
He makes no mistakes, even as we walk this line.
[Verse 2]
Oh, how we cherish moments, each laugh and every tear,
In the dance of life, you always brought us cheer.
Though you’ve passed by now, you’re never truly gone,
In the echoes of our hearts, your memory lives on.
[Chorus]
Nothing is set in stone, that’s the way it goes,
Life’s unexpected turns, the highs and the lows.
The Lord gives and takes, with purpose so divine,
He makes no mistakes, even as we walk this line.
[Bridge]
It’s going to take some time, only God knows how long,
For Him to mend our hearts, help us stand strong.
Goodbye is never easy, but love will find a way,
In the quiet whispers, your spirit’s here to stay.
[Verse 3]
We're looking to the future, painting through the pain,
With each brush of your laughter, we can smile again.
Though shadows may linger, light will break through,
In every cherished memory, we will carry you.
[Outro]
So we hold you close, our guiding star above,
With every step forward, we’ll honor your love.
In the tapestry of life, you’re woven deep within,
In every beat of our hearts, that’s where your story begins.
I was buried in a tomb for unknown persons.
When I was alive I knew nothing of this life.
Now that I'm dead I seem to have acquired it all.
My heartless mother abandoned me, unwanted,
Left me on the cold stairs of the door of Poor Claire's.
The rain fell incessantly and I cried hungry.
It was a time when the pandemic COVID raged.
Sister Grace was immune and she heard my poor plight.
She carried me inside, took care of me, knowing
I would not survive the night. She prayed the last rites,
She baptised me, named me Ruth. By morn I was dead.
Someone found a white box and laid me inside it.
Wearing a face mask and gloves they drove me quickly
To a small cemetery. No one wanted me.
No records were kept, just known as “Ruth Unwanted”.
Then my spirit moved out of my body and I
Was lifted high, up above the wet cypress trees,
Above the clouds, above the sun, amongst the stars.
I heard angelic symphonies in a bright place.
I saw Him smiling with love, coming towards me.
No dirge was needed now. I knew I was wanted.
Two Little Babies
My poor heart was crushed and broken;
Into pieces long ago.
Though in time the pieces mended;
Two are missing, don't you know?
At the table two chairs set empty;
There's always too much dinner in the pot.
My life is formed in two divisions;
Who I have and who I do not.
Will they laugh and run to meet me?
When I cross that golden strand?
Will they fill my face with kisses?
Will they take me by the hand?
For you see I am their Momma;
And I have always faithful been.
Will they be so glad to meet me;
In that place that knows no sin?
I carried my children deep inside me.
In a place so near my heart.
Two are here and walk beside me.
Two to heaven did depart.
Years have passed they aren't forgotten;
They are real as you and me.
There are many things my Darling;
That are real we cannot see.
If I live a thousand summers;
I will never understand.
How can you help but love your Baby?
And tend it's needs as best you can?
A single grain of sand set in an hourglass of time
Can shift the scales of fate without a reason, without rhyme
The world spins more slowly while your heart is racing on
And every shallow breath is desperately halcyon.
Awash in waves of passion shaded pink and baby blue
A mind that's full of nothing and with everything so new
Until the pain that cuts so deep you see the reaper loom
And know your soul is suddenly as empty as your womb.
Endless seconds wishing that the sun would cease to shine
And begging God to show Himself, a miracle, a sign
Rediscover moon and stars in this endless, blackest night
And bring back hues where pale carved stones are blanketing my sight.
As quickly as my prayer could form into a conscious thought
A most glorious miracle before my eyes is brought.
For in that place where laid to rest the offspring of my heart
A kaleidoscope of butterflies helped my child to depart.
There's a hole in my heart
that's black and wet.
As I'm waiting for my doctor
to cut and set.
While I'm fearing that a lover
could get too close.
As my shame is that of dying
and is much verbose.
While I'm waiting for my death
to fast approach.
That my comfort comes in knowing
there's no one to coach.
When the pain begins to numb
to a calming rest.
That I'm anxious of a sleep
knowing it's my best.
When I hear off in the distance
a familiar voice.
To awaken to my seeing
without a choice.
When surrounded by the others
that I've know before.
More than now, I've come to realize
I'm through Cupid's door.
AN EPIC STORY- FICTION
In a chase, she rode far east at the sun's wake,
the wind daintily throwing her wig as the horse tread
into black fields in dawn's glare,
stained red with a colour of her days;
her thighs grew weary,
dangled like broken mahogany,
tugging pain into grey eyes,
as blood thickened over cold gash.
she stumbled off the horse at the sigh of a swooshing arrow,
aimed at her son but pierces her heart,
drawing her last breath unto the
canvas of the morning sky;
nursed to sleep by the earth
in the sight of her creator,
she died for one.
shrills...
Her young awakened at the fall
shrouded in a dark veil
fastened around her back like a knapsack,
his wails jolted her breathless self, but to no avail
the sun fell at the rise of an evil in the west
a mother's love put to a fatal test,
a death or a death,
but her son liveth
saved by her last breath.
For she had climbed down a window a night before,
facing a street hazy with smoke
and red with blood and fire,
but with the wound on her limb festering
from a cut in the moment of her flee
she couldn't get too far,
even on a horse's back,
but her son was safe,
only for a day
longer than it would have been,
for the fields were no place for a new born.
Words
Like I’ve never felt the worst
Like I’ve never felt it hurt
You don’t know me now do you?
Ghosts
Haunting brand new unused minds
Feeding on a soul alive
You’ve not felt it now do you?
Was a tough struggle, ‘Tween land and water
War zone placed with the faintest border
To paint the struggle, the hues uncertain
Couldn’t understand why ‘‘twas so much harder
But I was 24 days old
When I went to the death’s door
And you brought me back alive
And I was 24 days old
When I faced trial at court
And you saved me in the fight
If I did not find you then I’d be watching from the sky,
Still 24 days old
Gods
Please don’t let her wander off
Please don’t make this life too short
Hear our prayers now will you?
Too young for battle, she got no option
She fought her way through the heard of monsters
Still underwater, can’t reach the surface
Would’ve given up if you let me surrender
But I was 24 days old
When I went to the death’s door
And you brought me back alive
And I was 24 days old
When I faced trial at court
And you saved me in the fight
If I did not find you then I’d be watching from the sky,
Still 24 days old
Your needles prick me all day long
But they stop me falling under the ground
Where the monsters wait to drag me down
To a place, I’d call home, if you’d let me go
But I was 24 days old
When I went to the death’s door
And you brought me back alive
And I was 24 days old
When I faced trial at court
And you saved me in the fight
If I did not find you then I’d be watching from the sky,
Still 24 days old
Context:
I obviously don’t remember any of this, but I had been diagnosed with meningitis when I was only 24 days old. Thankfully I made a complete recovery, and is quite healthy at the moment, with no side effects.
People expect me to go to med school so I can repay the debt I owe to those who saved me, but I chose to study arts instead.
I wrote this song hoping to release it and raise funds for a children’s hospital where I was admitted when I was diagnosed. But since I didn’t get a chance to do that, I decided to publish it here.
Hope you enjoyed it. Thank you
The curtain of pain fell upon us as we stood,
at his tomb and snow kissed our quivering lips;
my voice was lead and it seemed I was made of wood,
the air cold chilled and I recall a wind that whips.
Pulling my raven hair like a flowing river,
tangles entwined and I could not help but quiver;
the scar on my soul was bleeding for my baby,
would I ever love like this again- m a y b e . . .
That moment was to be a shadow on the wall of time,
and our sorrow a vine that will forever climb;
I stood sobbing in this place of decaying- apart,
from my husband who was stone etched to his heart.
Never again would he smile at me with unbidden joy,
the drums of our life rolled and ceased on that day;
alone- I would be the one bringing roses for our baby boy,
for from that day my husband was a man made of clay.
Then, the clouds sailed across the sky as I stood weeping;
when he left me one winter day - for his forever sleeping.
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April 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/The Curtain of Pain Fell Upon Us
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1135-713-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Verse of Metaphors 3
sponsor, Lu Loo, Inspiration #3 Image
First Place
What if,
my sister Suzanne had not died on that snowy winter day
it was so pretty with the snow falling down and the icicles on trees
I stood holding my mother's hand waiting for Suzanne
we saw her slip on the ice- we saw the big truck coming
and then mother was screaming and screaming
I will never forget that scream, I still hear it in my dreams
what if Suzanne had not died that day . . .
What if,
my baby boy had lived to see the azure sky and not died
I would have loved him so much and watched him grow up strong
let him make his mistakes but been there to kiss the hurts
watched him grow and become a wonderful young man
but I suppose God had a plan for him and for me
I often go to the place where we buried our little boy
no amount of years can take away the pain . . .
What if,
my husband had not crashed his car into a snowy ravine
he was driving too fast but that was his thing and made me angry
it was a snow storm and again snow was falling so pretty
the road was icy and then he was gone from my life
I dream of him always- his handsome face is smiling at me
we had a love that even death cannot break- it is forever
until we meet again my love . . .
What if,
grandma was not gone, I can still hear her saying- write it
write what's in your heart and thus a poet was born
and father, oh how I miss him- he taught me about life
about protecting nature and the animals within our world
and mother, oh mother, she was my rock and my anchor
the most important person in my life, I could tell her everything
and now I float and drift like a cloud in the sky . . .
What if grandpa was still here
What if . . .
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October 11, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/What If
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1070-633-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, New Free Verse
sponsor, Lu Loo
First Place