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Junie Lou Lacida Poem
The mystery emotion that may always remain,
Is also the unjust feeling that brings so much pain.
The friendship that we thought that would last forever,
Will now threaten the life we had together.
The doubts in our mind, the fears in our head,
We set out of friendship and got pain instead.
So many obstacles stand in the way,
Shall we give up and leave, or shall we stay?
So many directions and different ways to go,
So many to blame and who’s to know.
How can the one you cared so much for,
Also be the one you can’t stand anymore?
When did our friendship became so unclear?
When did we start to hide in fear?
Losing each other would be so hard to take,
Could our hearts stand it, or would they just break?
But staying together isn’t just working out,
Is it just me, am I wrong to doubt?
Our friendship can only take so much we know,
Then its fragile bond seems to let go.
Shall we decide something we may hate?
Or shall we leave the rest up to fate?
So many questions, we don’t know what to do,
Some have answers, but are they true?
I wrote this hoping you could read it over,
Maybe when you’re done, we’ll be much closer.
You may find the answers that we both seek,
To the questions that leave our emotions weak.
Goodbye my friend, and please don’t sigh,
Cause deep in your heart, I know you won’t cry.
Copyright © Junie Lou Lacida | Year Posted 2007
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Junie Lou Lacida Poem
In our life, each of us had a question,
That needed an answer, or a just explanation.
A most common question to most common people,
A question that penetrates one’s heart and soul:
“What is this? What’s happening in my life –
Why does God allow this kind of strife?”
When the road is dark and your pathway seems wrong,
When you can’t fight the accusations of great throng,
When your heart is struggling an emotional pain,
Such a vehement pang, you can’t even explain.
When poverty strikes, and there’s no one to hold on to,
When your dignity’s distorted, then despair comes through,
When Death knocks into your very own door,
And you cannot feign, and say “but” or “or”.
When everything sunk down, you become frustrated,
When no one understands, Oh! Misinterpreted.
When physical illness scourges you,
Or physical disabled ness distresses you.
When those trials and sufferings go seriously unfold,
That question will come so clearly and so bold.
Especially when everything’s hopeless and beyond our control,
Not realizing that God is always in control.
For God is refining, shaping, and forming us,
To a more beautiful, blessed and useful glass.
He uses sufferings for us to grow,
He uses trial for us to know.
In the end, everything will be fine,
Now God will us, because we had been refined.
And the question that crushed our emotions weak,
Is the answer and forerunner of God’s blessings we seek.
Copyright © Junie Lou Lacida | Year Posted 2007
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