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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
LOST SOULS She had lain with a sailor, Smiling and jolly, She conceived of a child, Through her own senseless folly. The boy was born On a day damp and mild, And the mother had suffered, And hated the child. After three long weeks Of nursing the babe, Her body was aching, From the mess she had made Of her young life, So to the monastery she hurried. Left the boy on the steps, And away she scurried. Scurried away To be seen no more, And the monks took the babe in, And shut the door Of the monastery, So the child could grow Surrounded by love, With nary a foe. The boy they named As young John Paul, They prayed he would grow Sturdy and tall. But the Lord had ideas Of a different manner, John Paul grew deformed, Had a terrible stammer. The years passed, He grew full of love, Fond of living, And his eyes sparkled When the monks were giving Him lessons, on religion, Of the Life of the Lord. The way to live, By the pen, not the sword. His mind was quick, His brain was nimble. His body was weak, Perhaps 'twas a symbol, That the Lord was taking it Out on him For his mother's weakness And terrible sin. When in his teens, He grew a young man, He could hardly walk And he never ran. His body would shake And his mouth would foam, It was a great burden, And his alone. He got comfort From the words of the Lord, Knew in time, patience, Would gain him reward, Of a life where pain And sorrow were unknown, Where seeds of goodness Had been diligently sown. The Lord was his Master, Him he obeyed, His was the command, His was the say. "Patience, patience, My young John Paul, For you will rise, Whilst others will fall." When he reached the age Of just a score, He would visit the chapel, More and more. His body would shake, His mouth would foam, And he cried to the Lord, "Take me home, take me home. Set me free From my crippled body and soul, Let me burrow in your warmth, Like a small black mole. How dear God Do I gain admittance to thy life, Will my entire life be naught But misery and strife?" Each time his prayers Were always the same, "Lord, Lord take me, Blessed be thy name." The monks loved him, Prayed and suffered for him. Knew the solution was forgiveness, Of his mother's sin, Once done, the Lord would cleanse him, Make him whole. Then, not before, He’d have liberty to surrender his soul. Outwardly, physically He blamed his mother for none, Emotionally, he felt deprived Of not being as her son. Inwardly he felt She had done him a wrong, And because of this He was weak, not strong. 'Twas on a night Like that he was born He dreamt of his mother, Suffering from his scorn. He saw her weeping, Beseeching his forgiveness, She was crying for his love, Not seeing his weakness. John Paul heard a voice - Was it the Lord? "To be whole my child, Say the forgiving word." And in his sleep he cried, "I forgive thee, my mother." And the monks who heard him, Their ears did smother, His mental forgiveness Would make him whole, And once whole he could Surrender his soul. Next morn when he woke, His pillow was wet, He found he could talk, His body perfect set. "I'm whole, I'm whole," He excitedly cried To each monk, As they he espied. To the chapel he ran, Faster and faster, He had to be quick, He was to meet his Master. He lit candles For his mother at the altars, Whilst the monks prayed And clasped their Psalters. John Paul cried, "Dear God, I am perfect and whole, Dear God, at last, I can surrender my soul, I am no longer crippled, My mouth doesn't foam, Oh! My Lord I am ready, I am ready for home." He fell to the ground, Limp and eyes glazed, The monks who were present, Stood scared and dazed, As the young man they had loved And called their own, Was taken by an Angel Host And flown To the ETERNAL PLACE Known simply as HOME. I be me BUT who does me be? |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Very nicely done Spirit, you put a lot of work and thought into this piece. |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
A beautiful story of gods justice.Sad,so sad that at the moment of perfection,He was taken .But beautiful and perfect. Jason |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Thank you, I actually wrote this over 40 years ago. |
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cupcake Member
since 2003-01-05
Posts 116 |
Terrific! I enjoy reading your posts very much, everything is so different. I'm a reader - not a writer. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Das, this is so very heartfelt, sweet friend, it too saddened me to see him leave so soon right when he was perfected but I know now he will always be free with Him and never again struggle like that! (wipes tears) God Bless You, sweet friend, I love this, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Das, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Your poems are always a surprise. This kept my interest to the end. Love, Joyce |
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barrowboy New Member
since 2003-02-20
Posts 2 |
Well written. Found myself reading it a number of times, when my 11yo daughter read it, she cried. pulls on the old heart strings! johnny |
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Poet4Christ Member
since 2003-02-19
Posts 211Oklahoma City |
Spirit - This was an incredible story of the power of forgiveness. I must say I have never tried to write such a long poem; your endurance throughout is incredible. Thank you and God Bless - Tim |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Thank you for the nice comments. Appreciated. |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
SPIRIT: What a wonderful story and message. I enjoyed it from beginning to end. Betty Lou Hebert |
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