I do believe I have
a 1000 tears inside of me
each waiting to escape.
I do believe on each
is a word
collectively, they spell:
sorrows
hopes
life wished for
dreams dashed.
Escape from your prison.
Run free.
Leave behind barrenness
the cold
the cement
the clang, clang
the click, click
the incessant discord mixture
of chains and cackles and calls.
Run free
to open lands
oxygen, rolling cheeks,
a chin.
Then plunge into oblivion.
I do believe that behind
the 1000 tears
an idea still burns.
It is fueled by a furnace of dendrites.
It lives in coals of
grey matter.
It twists and turns
and loops and lurches in lobes
and is cradled in liquid love.
An idea—
Ignited by GOD
on day six
somewhere in the third second.
Personally, gingerly, with His fingertips.
Divine breath, blowing, encouraging
beginning embers
hesitantly amber.
Divine sight, seeing a future bonfire burst
a crackling and snapping
a hungry inferno
a cacophony
of specifically placed purpose.
A consuming life
that engulfs
the darkness
the despair
the destitute.
Burn bright
you God-given idea.
Burn on fully and tenaciously.
Do not be extinguished
by false torrential disappointments
fighters of fiery truth
futile windy debris
or by a 1000 tears.
For the Lord’s plans
are good
and will last 1000 times 1000 upon 1000 years.
This, I do believe.
Wow. They are all great, and I enjoyed your short-story. But this poem is my favorite. I love the words. What other surprises you got up your sleeve?
How beautiful are your poems! Delicate, concise, encouraging, with a brush of honesty and the hope of truth. Your poems are a beautiful display of the talent God has given you!