May this poem
that i wrote with warmth and affection for you,
holding your heart so close to mine
and patting your back
as we sat together in the unseen space
where souls and minds reside,
come to you quietly at this hour.
who has borne the brunts of
a life lived in fear,
who say in their heart:
Dammit, this life’s not worth living!
You who feel cuffed by sins
whose ‘owners’ were never brought to book,
whose perpetrators hang freely on the streets.
You who feel manacled and locked behind walls
like Jesus when He laid in the tomb
and a mountain of rock sealed his door.
who feel ramshackle
like an old vehicle driven out and left in the rain,
bespattered all over with thick mud,
whose heart now bleeds
and craves for stories untold,
who feel the clock of their life
ticking away –
dressed in blue, lying here in throe,
heart and spirit chained with moans,
sad low growls in the background,
“It’s now time I left this damned world.”
who cry effusively
for mercies from the Lord,
for children and spouse,
who think God might have mistaken them
or forgotten their file.
You who has suffered loss,
may this poem
that you are still a child of God,
loved just like the rest of his creation
that suffer loss and miseries too.
When you hear this poem at this time,
may your soul rejoice
at the thought of it,
and may this calm,
assurance of hope
blossom in your heart
and bring you peace –
long-lasting peace and fortitude.
May this poem