It seemed like most all of my relationships in life were based on
An unrealistic image of my father. When I was converted to
Christianity, I looked to God as I did to him, not able to see the
Acceptance and love freely offered me, thinking I had to do
Something to earn His favor, my experience had become too
Heavy to bear, looking to others to get me to heaven
Here are a few poems I have written to convey these
Experiences –
The Road
It is a difficult road I have taken,
My load is heavy and I am
Forsaken, along this road to
Heaven.
Preachers, teachers, friends,
I look to all to get me in.
Holding my thumb up high,
Hoping for a ride, they wish me
Well and pass me by.
I don’t know how long I can do
This, I cry, I weep, all the rules I
Keep. I run and run, busy, busy,
Barely taking a breath, lest I
Falter and be left.
Everyday I confess, what more
Can I do? Throwing up my hands,
I quit, there is nothing I can do,
It is a gift!
Canopy Of Heaven
She had a silly quarrel the other
Day, running home with her
Shovel and bucket, she no
Longer plays.
They had had such a good time
Together, playing and laughing.
Then something happened,
She doesn’t remember what,
She blamed it on Him, He was
Awestruck.
She ran and ran, she was so mad,
It was His fault, she was sure of
That.
They had played in the sandbox
Of time, as He molded and formed
Her, planting where she should be
Born.
Now she has no playmate and is
All alone, her bucket is too heavy,
Shovel full of holes, everything she
Does sifts through her hands.
Suddenly aware, it is just too hot,
The spot where His canopy had
Covered her is gone.
The poles have dropped, the cloth
Has fallen, there is no protection
To cover her from the evil one.
At least this is what she thinks,
Little does she know, He is waiting
For her to return to the sandbox,
And be playmates again!
Hide And Seek God
If only I knew how to find Him
When I go forward, He is not there
Backward I cannot see Him
When I turn to the left I do not
Behold Him, I face right but
He is not in sight, I take out my
Crayons and color book drawing
A picture in my mind but it doesn’t look
Like Him, the one I can’t find,
The one I imagine, cause it reminds me
Of the unkind one that I must leave
Behind.
Donna's Poetry Blog 