For those of you who are not in Facebook, I am uploading the following poem here to share with you. I wrote it last Saturday for Susan Rogers on the news of her father's accident and the uncertainty and sad plight of our mutual twin friends. I wrote this on the spur of the moment right after reading Susan's poem, What Returns, in Facebook. I think the poem just wrote itself and I am not revising it.
WHAT IS LEFT
(To Susan)
after the gale
and onslaught
of the fury of
the wild wind
devastating
everything in its path
there is always something
left behind in its
indiscriminating
path of destruction
a young sapling
bowed but not broken
buried but live seedling
awaiting the warmth
of a sunny day
for there is always
tomorrow even after
darkness of dying day
for so long
as man is man
with indomitable
spirit and faith in God
and friends lofting
their collective prayers
he will prevail
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THE LIGHT
Reprinted from
Sketchbook, A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms
Vo. 3, No. 10, October 2008
For too long
I have dwelt in darkness
blinded by false promises
of a world gone mad,
consumed by the egomaniacal
instant gratification creed
and narcissistic idolatry
of the throw-away generation
peopling today's society
Where booze, drugs, sex
and getting high are
the main preoccupations
of mostly young purposeless lives
consigned to the quagmire
of hopelessness, despair
and unacknowledged guilt
with like-minded friends.
Then I see a light
flickering at first, till gradually
its blinding radiance consumes
all darkness and its minions;
and I feel so naked
afraid and ashamed
to show my face
with its telltale mask
of indifference and hate.
A gentle, soothing voice
then lifts and gathers me
in a warm embrace.
"Child of darkness
open your eyes,
come see the light
and confront your demons.
Resurrect the inherent goodness
they took away from you.
Take refuge in the security and love
of the family you have long forgotten.
Above all, come to me and
I will give you comfort and peace."
Sketchbook, A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms
Vo. 3, No. 10, October 2008
For too long
I have dwelt in darkness
blinded by false promises
of a world gone mad,
consumed by the egomaniacal
instant gratification creed
and narcissistic idolatry
of the throw-away generation
peopling today's society
Where booze, drugs, sex
and getting high are
the main preoccupations
of mostly young purposeless lives
consigned to the quagmire
of hopelessness, despair
and unacknowledged guilt
with like-minded friends.
Then I see a light
flickering at first, till gradually
its blinding radiance consumes
all darkness and its minions;
and I feel so naked
afraid and ashamed
to show my face
with its telltale mask
of indifference and hate.
A gentle, soothing voice
then lifts and gathers me
in a warm embrace.
"Child of darkness
open your eyes,
come see the light
and confront your demons.
Resurrect the inherent goodness
they took away from you.
Take refuge in the security and love
of the family you have long forgotten.
Above all, come to me and
I will give you comfort and peace."
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