This is a poem I wrote. I'm not really sure what kind of poetry it's supposed to be. It started out as free blank verse, but didn't work out that way. It is supposed to be read the way blank verse would be read, though- short, long, short, long, short, long, short, long, short, long.
Someday, Today
By Madeline
A haggard child shivers in the night
She makes her bed beneath a blanket worn
The child, she shivers for the cold and fright
Of never knowing what might lurk in shadowy forms
She hopes the morn brings food to eat, then sleeps
I see a boy who hides within the bush
A heavy weapon weighs upon his shoulder
By his appearance I would guess that he was ten
But somehow this young boy became a soldier
‘Twas taken from his family to be a soldier
A helpless infant buried softly cries
She is alive but no one holds the child
A woman has abandoned her sweet babe
She may not ever be loved by a mother
But soon she will be held by a compassionate Father
An orphaned girl mothers a sickly boy
She cannot find a scrap of food to feed the child
A sly and scheming man will offer to employ
Her for a loaf of stale bread as her wage
She does not realize that she’ll nev’r escape
Evil thoughts churn in the mind of a youth
Who never even had a chance to earn his way
Crime seems to be the only way he’s able
To make enough to gain a decent pay
For desperate acts the boy will soon be paid
Who will help these poor children learn to hope?
Will justice ever come in this despondent time?
If no one else will go I know I must
In His good grace I’ll go and in His mercy trust
I’ll show them where to find the greatest Hope
Someday the haggard child’s belly will be filled
She will be warm and she will sweetly sleep
Perhaps she’ll have a home to call her own
I’ll tell her that it is the Father’s will
For her to live forever in His home
I see a day when boys can laugh and play
And never worry themselves with jobs of men
They’ll hear “A mighty fortress is our God.”
And never have to fear what’s ‘round the bend
Their deepest trust will always be in Him
A baby will be rescued and held tight
In a mother’s warm and welcoming arms
She’ll grow up knowing that she is so loved
By so many, but especially One
He loves her jealously, oh, how He loves!
Someday the helpless girl will be discovered
Then justice will be brought to her exploiter
But, oh, if we had been there earlier
He never would have had the chance to hurt her
But now we’ll trust the Savior to heal her
I see the many years of deep regret
In the wrinkled brow of a man in prison
He thinks he’ll nev’r be able to pay his debt
But I will tell him that I know he can
For Jesus tells us to forgive then to forget
Someday I’ll teach these poor children to hope
And help to bring them justice, peace, and love
If no one else will go I know I must
In His good grace I’ll go and in His mercy trust
I’ll show them where to find the greatest Hope
And now I sit here pensive at my desk
With thoughts about the future in my head
But even as I write these very words
A dear and precious child now is dead
I cannot only sit here writing words
What can I do, O, Lord what can I do?
As children are in bondage every hour
I cannot sit here, Lord, O, I must not!
But if I move, the question, Lord, is how
I’m ready to move, I only must know how
Oh, how can I teach poor ones Jesus’ love
As we are living worlds and worlds apart?
For I am sure I must do something now
For hurting ones all I can do is pray
‘Til I can go meet them someday anon
4 comments:
That is quite incredible. Very nicely written, and gets me thinking.
Thanks a bunch, my friend. :)
That is beautiful, Madeline. It really makes me think about things.
Thanks! Hey, we need to get working on our play...two weeks!! :D
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