Reflections Poem by Lotlot Diaz

Reflections

Rating: 5.0


How does one keep a job-like stance
through all the pain,
the endless sighs, the helplessness?

Bouyed by tears that wash our wounds
and ease our throat lumps,
we keep asking: Why us, lord?
How long, lord?
Do you hear?

After each morning,
our eyes through dust clouds
strain to see the promise land.

And yet when a task is through,
Another mountain comes in view.
And we must climb, through heavy hearts
outweigh the packs we carry on our back.
Unlike your martyrs who glorify in pain,
We cry out: enough master, please hold your rein.

For our stone hearts need more chisselling
pounding, hammering, breaking apart.
Through the cleansing flame, smooth out
the rugged edges of our faith.

Thanks for the sunlight that will come tomorrow
thanks for the rain that will quench our thirst.

While vigil candles softly burn,
teach us to say: THY WILL BE DONE.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
we all must know talking to him
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seamus O Brian 08 September 2016

Encouraging. Thankfully, His mercies are new every morning. Thank you for this poem. :)

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 17 August 2016

A sweetly sobering work, well structured and its' message powerfully delivered...Solid Work! ~FjR~

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Kumarmani Mahakul 17 August 2016

This is mystery that each morning eyes see sun rays and essence of light crossing dust, clouds and strain. Likewise mind searches for happiness after crossing anxiety and sadness. This is very amazingly drafted poem definitely...10

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