Poems from Another Lifetime Part 4
by Marijo Phelps More Poems from Another Life Time Part 4 TOTAL DARKNESS The night listened somberly For sounds to call its own The wind whispered mournfully Slowly dying to a moan Black night saw the dark-winged bird Hears its horrible screech Wailing out its chilling song Till it flew out of sound's reach For so long night tried to rule That mighty forest wide Darkness tried to blot out light And evil, all good hide What would happen if night should win? Fawn and squirrel you'd see no more Gone would be the fresh, green pine Dawn would hide her head in horror Then for miles and miles around None of God's children we'd see Only black creatures of the night All the rest would flee When the time comes that darkness rules Earth shall meet its doom At the point of no return Tormented forever in gloom. HARPING Your criticisms of last night So negative in nature Made me keenly aware by contrast Of the beautiful people I'd been taking for granted And I took time To let them know I dig them But the rest of the day I was isolated Withdrawn in thought And it hurt like hell To perceive the totally negative Feedback from you What happened to the beautiful person You once thought I was? I know I still am But it sure wouldn't hurt To hear it from you Once in awhile again TRYING TO CHANGE ME Everybody's trying to change me You, 'cuz I come on too strong I, because I sometimes hurt you Through insensitivity And hurt myself Through hypersensitivity Sometimes the negative Seems so strong And the tearing down That I have to really think To remember That I AM a beautiful person Why can't we hone off the edges And accept me as I am Sort of human, I hope? "HONEST CRITICISM" Why can't people speak As much honest praise As they do "honest criticism"? Do you know How much your comments Hurt and tear at me? Sometimes I am almost sure That you really do know Have I hurt you so much You feel you must try To destroy me with caustic comments Under the guise Of hints for self improvement? ON PROLONGING IT There comes a time when words fail Actions seem insincere But thoughts keep coming on Maybe it would be better If the thread of hope were cut Cleanly and quickly For then it wouldn't be dangling there To be torn off later Is there a chance The whole could be re-knit From just one small thread? "All good things must come to an end Autumn leaves must fall But don't you know That it hurts me so To say goodbye to you." Maybe it would be better To make a clean break now If it is to be Then our paths will cross again It is best if all wounds heal Before we try to be even friends It is best not to pour salt On open wounds Oh how logical we can be on the outside When on the inside we are comforted by Salty tears, bathing our open wounds And once again, words have failed. This is part of a series of poems which were written years ago before I came to know Jesus as my Lord and Savior. Some were written when I was a professing atheist and an alcoholic. If you have read my pieces since I came to Jesus I think the contrast is evident. My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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