Running backwards
On the beach, the cold waves
Splashing against my ankles
I smile and wave goodbye to you
I hope you won’t forget me
I hope that you will love and pray for me
I turn and run towards the horizon
You continue to watch
My form beginning to blend within the endless gray sky
This place is not my home
One foot in front of the other I run
My toes kick up the sand,
With every foot print and sprint
I’m almost there, almost home
I can’t wait to see His face
His glory!
Who will I bring with me?
I see someone there
You’re just sitting
drawing hopeless circles in the sand
I grab your hand,
you jump to your feet,
looking for others, We run after our God
It’s been too long, and our souls
Are aching for our Father
For we are His chosen sons and daughters
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Stand Tall
This poem was inspired by a book I just read. It's called "A Long Way Gone Memoirs of a Boy Soldier" by Ishmael Beah. It's about a child soldier in Sierra Leone during the civil war in the 90's.
Bright smile, your eyes danced
Looking up at a moon that told you stories
As you wondered about your life
And how it goes by
Life does go by
In ways no one could have comprehended
Crimson haunts the rivers
You swam during days
when youth was sweet
You ran so fast with your friends
Breathing hard, you never felt it
As bullets and hate spewed forth
Aiming to take you down
A long way you ran,
Far away from the days
Of village stories and
soft breezes that reminded you to catch
your brother’s soccer game
It was all forsaken and slapped you in the face
As you fell into a world of evil running rampant
past blood stained trees, severed bodies,
and the ashes of your family
who burned in the flames of genocide
Anger boiled within you
It kicked you hard as you fought the bloody flashbacks
Creating migraines that pulsed against the horrors of the day
No child should have seen the things you have seen
Cocaine with a gun was your friend
A friend you never asked for
A friend that offered sweet release from the
painful world that was falling apart
beneath your blood soaked feet
In the end, you rise
Stand tall because I hear you now
Your voice brings me tears
And opens my eyes
as you paint a picture
Of reality that seems unreal
A picture of what never
Could be imagined
You look through eyes
quiet about the storms
That raged within them
You survived and overcame
A dark black cloak
That swept across your villages
And across your country
Stand tall and may we all hear you
Bright smile, your eyes danced
Looking up at a moon that told you stories
As you wondered about your life
And how it goes by
Life does go by
In ways no one could have comprehended
Crimson haunts the rivers
You swam during days
when youth was sweet
You ran so fast with your friends
Breathing hard, you never felt it
As bullets and hate spewed forth
Aiming to take you down
A long way you ran,
Far away from the days
Of village stories and
soft breezes that reminded you to catch
your brother’s soccer game
It was all forsaken and slapped you in the face
As you fell into a world of evil running rampant
past blood stained trees, severed bodies,
and the ashes of your family
who burned in the flames of genocide
Anger boiled within you
It kicked you hard as you fought the bloody flashbacks
Creating migraines that pulsed against the horrors of the day
No child should have seen the things you have seen
Cocaine with a gun was your friend
A friend you never asked for
A friend that offered sweet release from the
painful world that was falling apart
beneath your blood soaked feet
In the end, you rise
Stand tall because I hear you now
Your voice brings me tears
And opens my eyes
as you paint a picture
Of reality that seems unreal
A picture of what never
Could be imagined
You look through eyes
quiet about the storms
That raged within them
You survived and overcame
A dark black cloak
That swept across your villages
And across your country
Stand tall and may we all hear you
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