Reunion Poem by Theodore Zendarski

Reunion

Rating: 3.8


Eyes grow weary, have they learned to see
During years of absence, you from me
Your story's at end, your chosen plot
Time draws near, but you may know not

Shall I see my mother, perhaps my dad
Ever watchful, my being glowing so glad
It is time, I wait with mounting joy
For them once again to be girl or boy

That which was separate, will now be one
Your chosen tasks are nearly done
At the entrance, there I stand
Reunion time is close at hand

From the palm of His hand I've watched you grow
Seeds of goodness, We watched you sow
Come be with me and share His land
I await the touch of your sweet hand

I fault you not, as you can see
I love you so, come be with me
So hasten forth, with lifted heart
No longer more shall we be apart

These words I write, so dear to me
Express my desire that you'll be free
If the gate be locked, search for the key
But look not far, in your heart it will be.

Saturday, July 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,respect
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Once again the unusual feeling was with me for a few weeks in early 2013 and a second poem was written on May 6. I was outside early in the morning picking up rocks from our horse pasture. While doing this boring task my mind tends to wander. I had a random though or question about something that I knew a detailed answer would not be found in the Bible. All of a sudden my mind was filled with verses. I hesitated to pick up a few more rocks and then I rushed to the computer.


Comments about my poem can be distilled into one sentence.

'A poem written by Jesus to someone nearing the end of this life.'

My impression of the comments:
It is in that respect a loving guide to remind one to get their affairs in order and remove all hindrances to one's entrance into heaven.

My thoughts and circumstance just seconds before the poem was born:

'As I picked up rocks in our horse pasture I was wondering how God and the aborted children felt about abortions and what their collective condemnation might be.'

I heard no voices but instantly my thoughts were inundated with a jumble of prose and I hesitated for a few seconds to continue working before rushing inside to write. The point of view is from an unborn child who grew up with God and has learned unbridled compassion. The child holds no malice and wants its parents to be able to enter heaven.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 24 July 2015

A well articulated piece of poetry, nicely penned with good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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