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The Song Unheard
by Alisa Js
having tendered the promise
but missing the beat of the footstep as it came near,
I failed to recognize the message
of that one legged masked bandit
crossfire ...
trumped again by the hand of the twirling aces
maybe I'll learn for next time,
if there is to be a next time
of the riddles that pass by
pause and reflect,
curious I stop, no regrets
I will swim in the river of endless
possibilities, potential and could be's
should've, would've, could've
we've all been there
and worn those torn t-shirts
there are rainbows
what an odd word,
as I've never seen rain in a bow
bows are for all things glad,
rain is for sadness and tears ...
reach up to the Son, He is listening
and loves far beyond comprehension,
of our mere mortal minds
our delicate beings,
our cynical selves that push that door shut
every time ...
to the wonder of love
the glory of more
to the storehouse just waiting to be entered,
blessings surround in the small things
unnoticed by current understanding
of a world that's gone mad,
running on empty
unaware of our place
in destiny's time
oblivious ...
to the song He continues to sing
He still reigns, completely ...
07/03/2007 Posted on 07/03/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/04/07 at 05:49 PM ...after the second read, which i always do, i was stilted in my chair...this is heavy-deep(carrying with it the zeitgeist of the awareness of 60s-70s-80s-now, kinda thinkin'...) though us humans don't toe the line o' decency/love/care etc. we know it's there...and so many of your lines say it in such a firm but caressing notion...and the illusion to Christ is a +...much peace and again i want to say this is a TALL pome, gal...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/08/07 at 03:40 PM Indeed he does. I like how this reads almost as an 80s rock anthem. |
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