Runaway Soul Poem by Frank (Black) Blacharczyk

Runaway Soul

Grieving men walking in darkness
carrying the boy to his grave with a final march
The boy's soul was a runaway soul
buying a one - way ticket leaving in the dead of night
a mother who can't see the sun shining
Soon father and son would be together again
Alone in despair grieving friends
Their words fall off a cliff
The sun has risen but not her son
Miracles don't grow on trees
It was a day she would never forget
When a crowd walked by and the Son of Man
Walked up to the somber men
Holding her son's soul less body her only son
Don't cry as he dried her face drowning in tears
And with an unearthly command
He bought the boy's runaway soul a return ticket
It was a day she would never forget
Miracles don't grow on trees

Frank Black Blacharczyk Luke 7: 11-15

Monday, August 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness,hope,love and life,miracle,god
Kostas Lagos 24 August 2020

A magnificent poetic version of the Gospel!

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Deluke Muwanigwa 24 August 2020

Lovely poem. Reminds of Lazarus or someone pronounced dead when in reality it was a comma. Great stuff

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