Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2020
012020

There are lives taken,
Also, lives were shaken;
There are lives missing,
Also lives mourning.

We pay no penny
For the world to rush death;
But we’re humans with feelings
Gettin’ hurt, losing breath.

There’s news that seems new
But looking back, they’re too old.
There’re fears that still haunt us back
There’re nightmares out of loss.

There’re moments when we cry,
But they're no tears in our eyes.
And moments when we shout,
But we become mute in disguise.

There’re those who laugh so hard,
With their peers sheltered in their eyes.
And there’re those who speak of freedom
While having murmurs with white lies.

When in pain, we’re like standing by:
We’re both waiting and wanting —
Waiting for the rescue
That we ponder elsewhere to barter.
And wanting this unending pain to halt —
To simply leave our empty shells;
For we’ve fought hard enough.

But in pain, we have known comfort
No firm faith to distort.
We’ve tasted deliverance from hard grips;
Surely there’s peace of mind in hardships.

We’ve known love while viciously longing
For everything on whole, we consider as a calling.
We begin to surrender our broken pieces,
Prayers turning down tragedies into ashes.

We begin —
Not to put emphasis on our weaknesses,
But rather mention the Name
Who has called us into complete holiness.

If all of these was sudden,
If all of these have agenda to make,
If all of these are part of the whole,
Then it has a name to be unfolded.

And if all of these has a Name —
Then this must be the sound of the breaking
But in the breaking, there is unity;
And there is Jesus, knocking on our entity.
The Poetic Architect
Written by
The Poetic Architect  F/PPC Palawan, Philippines
(F/PPC Palawan, Philippines)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems