Grew up in a home where
Daddy preached the favor
of our sweetly Heavenly Saviour...
right before he'd savor the flavor
of a case of Budweiser...
and I'd find a place to run and hide.
Couldn't help but wonder where
the Prince of Peace was
with his flowing brown hair...
when Daddy was beatin' Mama in the head...
sometime 'til she was damn near dead...
or until she wished she was at least...
and I'd find a place to run and hide.
No Morning Star...only mourning scars...
to guide me through the darkness
way back then...
Stark light of blinding reality
left me not knowing
what, where, how, or when...
unable to find myself
way back then...
and I'd find a place to run and hide.
The same Mama who allowed us to
live day to day life in this Hell...
who had been reduced from a woman
to an empty shell?
She found hope when it seemed as though
all was lost...
when it appeared she was spent
from paying the cost...
she found her place to hide.
That Prince of Peace
Who I thought had forsaken me...
granted her an infinite provision of Peace...
and He blessed her to be
a catalyst in our home...
and with blackened eye
I remember wondering WHY?
Why was she smiling
through all of the pain?
Not understanding...
she found her place to hide.
Back then women didn't leave their men...
they stuck it out 'til someone died.
They didn't have shelters
where families could hide...
But my Mama?
She found her hiding place...
She found her saving grace...
and little did I know
she was hiding us too...
nestled safely
in the protective arms
of God.
Author notes
option3
A contest entry
- First Options Contest! by RuLives4GodOnly.
450 points, ended January 2, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wonderful!
Strong voice. Emotionally powerful. Uplifting ending.
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Now this is the poet I know!!!!
Pouring her heart onto paper and letting it flow with emotion, passion and a knowing that when the ink is finished at the end and drying...
You can feel again.
You go Heidi and don't let anything or anybody get in the way of your voice!!!
Becky
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Wow! Whoa! Is all
I can say!
With this write dear child
you took my breath away!
I can tell you pen this
from your soul...
not a line or beat forced
but through it all,
a treasure did unfold.
You found the Saviour,
that's all that matters.
Even though it was rough,
in Him did you learn to trust.
I can say no more
for if I do, I might
break in two.
This was exceptional
and I pray that you
are blessed beyound this!
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