THE SICK CHILD-EDVARD MUNCH
Ghostly downpour upon not the sick,
but the sick at heart - a child’s mother.
Bittersweet tangle of red - patient’s hair,
dresser, caretaker’s hands. Bedside
manner, sorrowful to the point of death,
but the woman is not literally dying,
her daughter is. Steadfast bravery
warm blanket hue of hunter-green,
orange and blue. The girl’s mother
already draped in a dreary raven habit.
The sick room is passionate - lucky girl
is blessed. She is not alone until
her soul departs. Her mother will live
with a solitary soul-sucking pit, deep
inside of her residual days, memories
tucked away from all her friends, for
she will dread the fire of life - the source
that lit her lamp with strawberry hair,
freckled windsong, a swinging pendulum.
The sick child, already in the light;
despair has a screaming voice,
perceived in claustrophobic space.
One is lightened by breathlessness;
the other is lightened by a broken heart.
When life seems an arduous desert trek
When black blizzards sweep past us
When our gullets stick like plastic with no moisture
It is then we look for God- our oasis
We wonder where he is hiding
When darkness invades our surroundings
When we have to travel alone the long lone road
When life seems a dark alley with no ray of light in front
It is then we look for God, our torch bearer
We wonder where he is hiding
When pitch darkness enshrouds us
Making us shudder and grow sick at heart
Go forth into silence and look for Him
Then from within, comes a still voice
Reassuring and clear- “Fear not, I am with you”
God likes to play ‘hide and seek’ like a child
Until you look for Him intently, He will be hiding
If you wish to see Him face to face,
Set out on a vigorous search and once you find Him
Stay with Him. Sure He will give you lasting company
August.26.2022
Where is God Hiding Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
Honor God
Written By Miracle Man
August 28, 2021
Conquering fear,
I accomplish through faith,
Environment can determine the path we travel,
and where we are, often determines, who we are.
Too many don’t acknowledge God’s greatness,
and therefore can’t discern the hour’s lateness.
No one, save God, can feel what we’re feeling.
As a conservative Christian, I’m sick at heart,
over the problems our country faces.
But I believe defeat won’t come by another,
but if we fail, it will be because,
we’ve failed to honor Him.
“Show me the man you honor,
and I will know what kind of man you are.”
Thomas Carlisle
You wear virtue on your sleeve
But you often wear nothing at all
Showing scars of thousands of years
When corrupt leaders beat you
But they could never kill you
So you survived the centuries
You masquerade as a maryr
To the displaced masses
You offer the guise of salvation
But greed feeds your desire
We should be happy
We should be dancing
They say we have it all
While others endure the fall
We feared the loyalists
We feared the little green men
We feared those in the hijab
For as long as we fear
We shall never see the truth
Of our own looming demise
You always sell pretty lies
To disguise an ugly truth
The scales remain imbalanced
And resentment festers
We're gears in the machine
And no matter how many
Throw themselves between the gears
The machine never stops
But now it's so odious
So sick at heart we don't take part
We're the land of opportunity
Unless you're a minority
Unless you're a woman
Unless you're a Muslim
Unless you're poor
Wealth concentration
A planet slowly dying
You survived the centuries
But you do not bring us salvation
You bring us damnation
I read in solitude, I found peace.
I read with love, I felt exulted.
I read when I was lonely, I got a companion.
I read when I felt sick at heart, I embraced ecstasy.
I read histories and spoke to the people of the past.
I read biographies and met my mentors.
I read fantasies and widened my jaws at the magic lamps.
I read poetry to master vocabulary.
I read war tales and realised the value of peace
I visualised orphan kids and felt the pain behind hunger pangs
I read love stories and learnt the best life lessons.
I skimmed through adventures and learnt embracing fears.
While I read,
I became a sailor and traversed on salt waters greeting the storms,
I turned into a detective and loosened the knots of unsolved mysteries
I sang with the cuckoos, danced with the dragons and merried with the magic mats
I felt pain, I felt love, I endured every emotion of my unknown friend.
Read to explore,
Read to exercise your brain,
Read to travel,
Read to know another world,
Read to socialize,
Read to boost your morale.
Read children read, for it makes you what you thought you could never be.
A mother's tears
fall on the cheek of her sickly child's face
Her breast gives untasted milk
as he struggles for his life
But with compassion,
the mother presses on with a gentle nudge
Pushing the child's face deeper
into her bosom
Hoping against hope
to strengthen him with her own life force
The child lived,
God spared his soul
The mother died,
but not before seeing the child grow
With compassion,
he buried his mother on Mother's Day
Sick at heart, he knew it was time
for her to pass away
Although frail for much of his youth,
he was now sturdy strong as a bull
But he was weak this day,
in such an aching, sorrowful way
A son's tears
fall on the cheek of his dead mother's face
I got up from her side
and left her in a manner
she would stop me;
I turned and walked away…
She did not stop me
Neither did she call me back.
Step after faltering step,
I kept wandering away from her,
At each step hoping
She would stop me,
Hoping at any moment
She would call me back –
But I kept on going
drifting away from her
until I was near her no more.
Oh, she did not stop me
Neither did she call me back.
At every turn I stopped,
Struggled awhile to wait,
Floundered hopelessly
then moved on—
forever torn asunder from her!
Not until then did I realize,
How sick at heart I was
How gravely hurt I was
How intensely I missed her
Alas, she did not stop me,
She did not call me back.
~"Best Love Poem #3 contest by SKAT A
This life I see inside of me feels of a dream just out of reach;
A dream I can almost remember but then it's washed away with bleach.
I see myself through my eyes in a mirror starring back;
This reflection of myself often tends to form a crack.
Time holds me below the surface, I can see the light breach through;
Inches from a new breath but reach is all I do.
Like an ass I chase this carrot in hopes it'll taste good;
But who knows when I'll get it, trudge along I guess I should...
We chase we walk we run we follow, this dream, this image of tomorrow;
This light, this carrot in hopes we swallow, to save us from the disease of sorrow.
In bed I lay at the break of day tired from the fight;
The fight of worried, wary, words as I talk to myself through the night.
Red in eye sick at heart, unable to thwart this tort to start;
But just a trick of a mind thought smart, for tomorrow these feelings so tart will part.
Perception is all.
With hands empty and love gone to the sword.
Lonely: sick at heart, body weak and mind in numbing sleep.
Red warning signs I ignored all the way,
cause I dared to believe.
Lion heart turned to serpents
in the darkness of the past.
Shaded lenses I now look through,
were once innocently clear.
Night was day
and half was most of the way:
to your heart,
to love -
it's remnants jealously guarded behind pains last gasp.
Bright though my hope did shine,
angers blaze I was against every time.
I want to soar to the sun -
that is unending,
love unhidden by doubt clouds.
See!
Don't just look!
at the bruised effigy that was the bond of hearts.
Messages of hope and peace
that were written in skies glory
now seem unvarnished folly.
The air between us crackled bright
with red and blue and colored light
the prism in your eye foretold
a force no human being could hold
I split the atom in the air
and blasted off away from there
but you pursued in hyperdrive
I knew I could not stay alive
unless I traversed to a realm
where angels tred and at the helm
The Greatest Good would take me in
and let me live and be my friend
You followed tightly on my back
you pressed a frontal lobe attack
The lightning flashed within your smile
You lured me with the sweetest guile
but angels spread their wings around me
showing me the truth had found me
Resist you and they say you'll flee
so get thee back away from me
For I am weak and sick at heart
but someone stronger takes my part
who lifts me up and sets me free
and holds the future out to me.
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