Shoe shiner comes – desperate in heart,
Poverty’s grip is fierce. Vice’s promise lies so sterile.
Life drags amidst the barrenness -bruised and tattered.
Hope is lost, agony’s torture brings piercing cries.
Why is life so unfair?
Heart’s cry rises to form spoken word,
Need is real, eyes always searching.
Family’s lost -who’ll lend a hand to hope?
Words pour on, ears no longer hear!
Stories are old – well rehearsed – yet pain still grips.
True answers now seem rhetoric.
Escape! Can someone make it go away?
So hard to believe change is possible.
I sit in sorrow and share my story – again.
Tragedy’s blindness grips with steel
when bitterness becomes my destiny’s friend.
Words run on, eager fingers seek for more.
Yet hearts that listen heal. Quietness steps in by surprise!
In the silence something speaks.
Hope finds voice – a faint song whispers – mysteriously.
Can wisdom ever find a home
when trumpets blare panic’s song so fierce?
Still, quiet presence sits with faith softened eyes.
Hope is always heart’s most needed balm.
Presence is more faithful than words.
Sitting still, eyes probe beneath the words.
Gentleness speaks future’s grace! Believing.
Possibility awaits the day when choice once more awakes.
In a moment, frozen dams break wide.
Shifts occur when life seeps in.
Mercy’s caress invites the intimacy of our common bond.
Change dances quietly
as awakened grace shifts the tattered frame.
Dead and shattered fragments come together to dream once more.
Life is more than history’s repeated words.
Life is in the offering-
tatters lifted to a shining heart who makes all things new.
Author – Bill Tidsbury