Broken, forlorn:
a flesh rag soaked in tears;
where man's wisdom evaporated
like a mist in the noon day sun
(a child's smile in night fears,
the dove of freedom incacerated);
where all that's been lost
is all that's been won;
where the rose bud's been torn,
all remaining is thorn!
I was faulty when born,
(a descendent of Adam's son)
yet my redemption draws near--
only the deaf cannot hear it
(the still voice of His Spirit)!
I fell helpless on Destiny's spear,
reading signs I couldn't understand:
the glass is still dark and unclear!
I whispered with knees to the land
and dropped gently into His firm hand.
Trembling in dust, there, I shuddered,
where pleas for my soul groaned unuttered!
Author notes
Option 2E
A contest entry
- 10 options for the creative poet (3) by bananasfoster42.
700 points, ended June 17, 2008, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wonderful take on the scripture prompt. thanks for the entry!
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