Tuesday’s Child

Tuesday's Child

The human condition had led her to madness
Bridges were burning, the road led to sadness
The will to go on was sustained by regret
The burden she carried from years of neglect
Left potholes that caused her to stumble and fall
So weary from wondering the sense of it all
When brother to sister in hatred, were slain
And mercy had fallen to ashes again
The feet of the martyrs were caked with the soil
Bloodied by innocent flesh turned to spoil
How vacant the eyes that remained to unearth
The facts of the father, assessing his worth
When all she had wanted was peace in her heart
The human condition had torn it apart
Inside of her pocket, she carried a stone
She rubbed for some semblance of solace alone
Then with all of her might, hurled it up to the sky
So mercy might fall from the clouds that passed by
A loud clap of thunder soon answered her prayer
As down came the rain to wash every care
Compassion came pouring with grace to the ground
And she sang a new song as she danced all around
Splashing in puddles, forgetting regret
For miracles happen, yes, they happen yet
While we pray

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on December 14, 2015, in Kay Salady Poetry, peace poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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