A Heart Pierced

Assumed I, you would not see me

This, for us, not the pain to be

But stabbing, piercing agony

At tries to sever the heart and soul of thee

 

Eating, sleeping, snuggling you

A people’s person; loyal, true

Though you will seek to please, retain

They will puncture you, to stay the same

 

Affection will your offer be

To those who will not ever see

Your insight and your contribution

Dismissed, unseen, is your confusion

 

Loving, you will love complete

But many will not save a seat

A pierce-ed heart with bloody stain

Like mine, you will sometime sustain

 

4/12/2016

A Heart Squeezed

Revisit a potential loss

To manage, will expect of course

With loss confirmed, it’s no surprise

This time ready, more the wise

 

Feeding fast, though sleep eludes

Enthusiasm, but holding wounds

No praising, hugging, teaching for

This one, will even any score

 

Assured of self, from day of birth

At home assured of all her worth

But other’s insecurities – and need for all conformity

Will squeeze, compress my heart with ease

 

To know your value and your worth

While others doubt, you yourself birth

Your own heart knows compression’s squeeze

As stifled, thwarted you’ll not be pleased

 

4/12/2016

A Heart Pricked

My heart was pricked; a short, sharp sting

My first-born, as I looked at him

Would not, in turn, behold my face

My gaze of love, he would not trace

 

It’s true, there was a heartfelt ache

This path of life I would now take

The ache did not, though, linger long

But late in time, return in song

 

The latter song of long lament

Came with fever, a nightmare sent

And seizures; vacant, empty gaze

Salivate, then sleep for days

 

Lamenting long, and spent of days

To fight for teaching, what a maze!

Some would try to empathise

But weary soon of compromise

 

And now the sting, it lingers on

As time now brings you, your fight song

A world not used to other wise

Lamenting sting now your sweet prize

 

4/12/2016

A Heart Bludgeoned

Pounding, beating, striking hard

Relentless force, crushing, jarred

Unending, constant, take no breath

Wearing down, to point of death

 

My bludgeoned heart, still pulsating

Throbbing pulp, strength is waning

Your threats overt and sometime veiled

Lies and slander will not prevail

 

This heart of mine has loved on love

You kept at bay, by your pounding club

Diminishing, love does not

Heart’s black and blue, though, hide a lot

 

4/12/2016

Good Friday 21/3/2008

Indescribable tiredness dragging me down,

Zapping my energy, please let me lie down.

I lie down and sleep but rest does not come.

Oh when will I live again, when will I run?

 

I was active and helpful and willing to serve.

Now my heart tells me that I just haven’t the nerve.

All consuming my sadness, making weary my soul.

Though I have no desire, being well is my goal.

 

My body’s not helped by the action I take,

If I can’t become well, then what is at stake?

Fulfilling my purpose, understanding my call.

Perhaps to understand these, I must live through this – all.

 

Without pain there’s no trusting, I rely on myself.

When I struggle I find God in Jesus my help.

Then for tiredness of body and spirit and soul,

The resurrected Jesus alone will make whole.

 

So for healing and wholeness and rest for my being,

I must ask while I’m waiting to cease from my reeling,

For God to renew and to alter my nature

That by His Spirit and habit I become a new creature.