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Siofra

Senior Member

since 2000-09-28

Posts 551
State of Suspended Passion

0 posted 2001-10-15 07:24 PM

This gets a bit rough with the dialogue, and maybe it shouldn't even be poetry. I hope someone can make some sense of it, and I apologize if it is difficult to get through.

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In the swish of October wind
there was a child who stood with heart in hand.
She was blonde innocence defying reality
with her sword held high to God.
She was sweet pondering standing there
just staring at a sunlit sky on a Sunday morning.
I
An elder sister stood to watch in concern
that the serious face was a sign of distress
so i walked in the swish of the wind
to offer my shoulder to the solemn face.
"Are you well, little sister?
Why do you stand there so just gazing upward?"
In a moment of the world forgotten
she looked at me and asked my reasons
for not attending services more often.
Faltering for excuses
I told her I didn't get to visit home
often enough to hear Daddy preach.
To which she said
"Do you have churches where you live now?"
More excuses, like little demons, filled my adult mind,
and I gave them to her as if she should know such things
busy people, long hours, sleepy eyes, and lack of time
all the while feeling ashamed as her still inquisitive eyes stood before me
just dancing and jumping to the anticipation of answers.
Then, exasperated, and feeling like I had given her young mind too much to worry about
I said
"You are a child, Baby, who has yet to live such things or understand.
I
shocked
at the words that I had just said.
Words that I swore I'd never offer up to any younger person who wanted to understand
Words
that I despised listening to when I was too young.
But I swallowed my anger at myself.
Then she, there in my arms, both of us in the swish of an October wind said from her heart and from her Sunday school lesson,
"We are all God's children."
She
smiling
hugged ran off.
I pondered that and realized that she was two different kinds of children
and I, having offered my excuses,
was beneath her in my wisdom and living.
She, the joyful child of God,
And I just the adult making my excuses.

I am many.

[This message has been edited by Siofra (edited 10-15-2001).]

Startime
Member Ascendant

since 2000-10-03

Posts 5918
Canada

1 posted 2001-10-15 07:40 PM

STANDING OVATION!!!ABSOLUTELY STUNNING!!!I WEPT AND WEPT...This poem shows the innocence of childhood with unconditional love and faith and the logic of adulthoot that tells use not to have dreams and believe. MAGNIFICENT!!!At least that is what this amazing poem gave me. THANK YOU....I AM BLESSED BY BEING ABLE TO READ IT.

Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

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Tracey
Member Elite

since 2001-08-29

Posts 2808
where insanity meets breeding

2 posted 2001-10-15 11:21 PM

Siofra, this is a lovely lesson. So touching and so true. And yes, it is indeed poetry (what the heck were ya thinking, worrying that it was not

)

If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please?

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

3 posted 2001-10-15 11:27 PM

Siofra, This is wonderful! A real lesson for us all here. Well done!
~hugs, Nancy~

~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before.~

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Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

4 posted 2001-10-15 11:33 PM

Oh, this is every bit as poetic and straightforward as anything else I've ever written, or read. It can be a real shock when we say things we swore we would never say, and then have the wisdom of an innocent child open our eyes.

Auguste

Member Elite

since 2000-02-16

Posts 3953
By the sea

5 posted 2001-10-16 12:21 PM

Siofra,

I think you've found yourself a new fan. I love the honesty in this. I like stories, especially ones with lessons taught. Wonderful.

Michael

Michael Auguste~
There is more depth to the heart than the mind can comprehend and it only has boundaries when we choose to fence it in.

Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

6 posted 2001-10-16 01:06 AM

children are indeed in many sizes and ages. . . it would seem that you have found this out. . .

full of honesty and heartfelt. . . well done. . .

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