POETRY CORNER
"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words" (Robert Frost)
REMEMBER AND PRAY
Written by Joyce P. Fields
Who are these souls, other than me,
The ones who are broadcast all over T.V.,
Statistics caught in some bad, awful place,
No person that I’ve ever seen face to face.
I cry for them, hoping that I’ll never be,
In a News Special featuring a tragedy.
Am I awful for feeling relieved when I’m spared,
The suffering that all of the victims have shared?
I pray for the people who they’ve left behind,
That they will eventually find peace of mind.
Maybe one day peace will reign in the land;
Maybe one day we will walk hand in hand.
Until that day, pray for the souls who remain.
Pray, we can rid the earth of this ugly stain.
Sun
By Joyce P. Fields
One moment in the sun
and I can remember why life is precious,
One moment in the sun
and all my apprehensions disappear,
One moment in the sun
and I’m once more the child,
One moment in the sun
and I want to embrace my family and friends,
One moment in the sun
and my life makes sense again,
Hey, fear, doubt, despair, trouble, sickness, poverty:
Don’t block my sun!
SEASON’S HOPE
Written by Joyce P. Fields
I feel my pain, it’s hard to ignore,
But I look around and see
That the trees are blossoming everywhere
My pain, to them, might as well not be there
As the seasons change, leaves turn orange and red
And I’m lying there in my sick bed
The seasons keep coming, the seasons keep coming
Does no one care about the pains in my head?
My revenge has finally come to pass
The trees have lost their leaves at last
Do you think now they know what I go through
To have the life you knew fall far from you
The bear branch is left as my pain goes
On we’ll soon have our leaves back, it won’t be long
Suddenly, I can see and start hoping, too
That the seasons will bring my life back into view
The warm air brings life back to the trees
So carefree, they blow back and forth with the breeze
From the Maple tree to the last little pine,
They have a caretaker, the same as mine
He clothes and feeds them; they haven’t a care
I know now that my hope lies there
For if God takes such pair with all those trees
How much more will he care for me,
My pain and sadness disappear
I know that Christ is always near
Take a look at the seasons, they tell me
There is a God; He takes care of me.
COLD WINDS
By Joyce P. Fields
Cold winds blow indoors too,
In the minds and attitudes of people
They infect us until we’re cold inside,
Then the cold wind blows from us
to our friends and neighbors,
It’s like a virus,
taking over everything it meets,
What if anything can stop it?
It eats away at our souls,
Like cancer, it permeates our lives.
It makes us the very disease
we’ve been trying so hard to fight
And then, out of nowhere,
someone with enough strength to fight
Comes into our lives, gets into the battle,
and destroys the disease.
It was so easy. Why didn’t we see it?
All it took was a smile.
GOING OUT TO PLAY
By Joyce P. Fields
Too many decisions to make today,
Why can’t I go out in the rain and play,
I didn’t ask to grow up so fast,
I thought my childhood would always last
They say that playtime is over now,
They try to explain why and how,
But my dreams won’t let their words be heard
And the future seems so far away--so blurred
If I close my eyes they’ll disappear,
Right now, they’re far too near,
I’ll be back to the grown-up world one day,
But right now, I’m going out to play.