I saw Jesus Today
I saw Jesus this morning… in shredded clothes, shivering, begging and all he wanted was just to eat!
I saw Jesus this morning, on the street… under the scotching sun. He had no shelter on His head.
I saw Jesus today
In my neighbor’s house…
Frail… sickly… He has no money for hospital.
I saw Jesus today
In the church…
He could not pay his school fees.
I saw Jesus today
Yet still at the church
He has nothing to feed His children as He walked home , head bow and dejected.
I saw Him… I always see Him .
Oh yes, I saw him, yet again in my child’s school, with a torn uniform and a worn out sandals!
I saw Him, I always see Him.
But a number of times, I see him, but I did not know Him.
Yet oftentimes I see Him, I did not discern Him.
Many atimes, I encountered Him, but I did not have an encounter with Him.
Lord can you have mercy on me?
Categories:
sickly, bible, food, words,
Form: Free verse
I saw Jesus Today
I saw Jesus this morning… in shredded clothes, shivering, begging and all he wanted was just to eat!
I saw Jesus this morning, on the street… under the scotching sun. He had no shelter on His head.
I saw Jesus today
In my neighbor’s house…
Frail… sickly… He has no money for hospital.
I saw Jesus today
In the church…
He could not pay his school fees.
I saw Jesus today
Yet still at the church
He has nothing to feed His children as He walked home , head bow and dejected.
I saw Him… I always see Him .
Oh yes, I saw him, yet again in my child’s school, with a torn uniform and a worn out sandals!
I saw Him, I always see Him.
But a number of times, I see him, but I did not know Him.
Yet oftentimes I see Him, I did not discern Him.
Many atimes, I encountered Him, but I did not have an encounter with Him.
Lord can you have mercy on me?
Categories:
sickly, bible, food, words,
Form: Free verse
I can’t play on my phone anymore.
Because the screen hurts like a laser in my eyes.
I can’t watch TV anymore.
Or read.
Or think.
But I’m not bored.
My mom is confused.
She doesn’t understand.
Why I’m so petulant.
Refusing to sleep.
Because I might wake up with no limbs.
This bed,
It hurts,
Like someone is scratching my back.
But if I stand, I get dizzy.
From lack of food and sleep.
So it’s better to lie still.
Even if I can’t relax.
It’s better to speak softly,
Instead of scream.
So my mom won’t worry.
But she might be already worried.
Or angry because I’m being weird.
Or angry because I’m being needy.
So I must lie in bed and feel the glare of my full length mirror.
So I must lie in bed,
As if I’m sick.
As if I am shaking, and shivering, and pale.
And maybe I am.
Categories:
sickly, anxiety, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
I like to complain about being locked in
I like to nag about my freedom
About how much I have lost the illusion of control over things. Over me.
I was scared. I was afraid that being alone with me would be devastating.
There would be no escape from my mind.
There would be no relieve from the stress.
But here I am, locked in but still escaping, still avoiding
Still on the brink of confronting the dark
Still hesitating, still contemplating
Still having dreamless nights
Still not knowing the hows and whys
Still not choosing the correct whens
In a sense, I’ve always been shut out from the world.
I’ve always had to filter their promises so that my eyes don’t sting and my chest doesn’t tighten in despair.
I’ve always kept my space from people; keeping hell out but not letting heaven in
I’ve always avoided spreading me, the true message of me
Because I was afraid that leaving me would be too easy, and between them contagious.
So when I say I can’t wait to get out, I mean it.
I can’t wait to get out from this
And breathe easy. And move forward
Categories:
sickly, analogy, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse
I was born sickly in a certain way
I had to eat my "veggies" every day
If I did not
My brain would rot
At least that's what my mom would always say!
Categories:
sickly, boy, food, health, humor,
Form: Limerick
Mine flaps and falls while yours glides and soars;
I can’t match in my heart what you have in yours.
And if there’s anything we don’t have time for
It’s brand new paint on a cracking floor.
Categories:
sickly, heart, lost love, love,
Form: ABC
Unjustly stymied, down by law,
The good citizen balks, throws his -
Monkey wrench into the grinding gears of society:
"They all be damned."
But freed, aided,
The good citizen (Way, will) makes straight that path,
Turns forward the Great, Lasting Wheel of Society,
For the benefit of all.
Categories:
sickly, freedom, society,
Form: Prose Poetry
Hark! Loudly sounds th' ill-advised trumpets...
Dance thou Addicts! Dance thou Alcoholics!
'We Dance Sickly' as though helpless puppets;
Do all addicts and alcoholics.
Categories:
sickly, confusiondance, dance,
Form: Quatrain
Smite me, my Father.
Oh yeah!! Smite me!
Grab me by the handles and pump me full of your Love.
Bend me in all directions.
Hurt me my Father, as I have hurt You.
We are forever separate.
I open my mouth, stick out my tongue.
Salivating for Your salvation.
In holy communion I am unburdened,
as you prod me with Your Light.
Do you love me, my Father? Even just a little?!
Have I pleased You, my Father?
If not, well then punish me!
Smite me!!
HURT ME!!!!!
So long as we're apart,
I am eternally deserving.
Categories:
sickly, me, me,
Form: Free verse