Sons of Stars, and Daughters of Light
Despite the starry heavens and huge power of light,
The light beams out from deep surrounding night.
I feel my life leaking away in my bleeding; a terrible sight.
The first time I saw it, I felt a fearful fright:
The bloody evidence of cancer's life-devouring bite.
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For their own deaths, the fundamentalists seem to have no fear;
And as for the deaths of the rest of us, they have no care.
At least, not most that I have known.
But Jesus had love and compassion for every sorrowed groan.
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I find, too, that some medical personnel
Do not much care if we are on our way to heaven or hell,
Or if there is no place to be, for all who fall and all who fell;
Nor care about the pains that pave the path to what, none foretell.
Nor appreciate the terror of fate that takes away a life loved well.
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We were put here on this earth by some great Sprite:
God divine, whose shine is seen in every eye's living light.
I believe the Catholic Church on this one point is right:
We may know that God is, but not what God is--hidden quite.
With starry energy, God shaped living people, to feel sexual delight,
To make new lives, to wander blindly in a land of love and blight.
Through God, we are the sons of stars and the daughters of light.
Yet in the end, or so it seems, we succumb like children of deep night.
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The sky itself by its own grand unhelping power shows silent shame.
The stars themselves attaint some blame;
Not all guilt goes to frail humanity,
Struggling in abandoned ignorance, tied tight to helpless vanity,
Lost, and tossed to time; we are not fully at fault.
We are caught between time's flower and flame.
Brief and weak, below the wasting power of the vast starry vault.
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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka (thanks to Luna Marie) Mr. Poet
Written on Tuesday, October 4, 2011 6:37 AM PDT
65 degrees Humidity: 84% Forecast: overcast
Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael LP. All rights reserved
(I still copyright my writings, for my estate)
My best to you Michael!
I have read all of your poems Michael, but comment seldom.At a loss for words I guess. But this has touched me deeply. The title and the content brings me to tears.You are doing the exact thing I would do...write,write,write.I do it all the time, for different reasons...God bless..Maggie x
God loves you
I wish I knew what to say.......... a very moving write Michael, you are always in my thoughts, xx
I pray health and healing find you..
That is a massively significant piece Michael . The third verse has great significance for me . That old addage 'The bedside manner'. Our NHS is run by beaurocrats and financiers. Balancing the books is more important than human pain and suffering. The 'post code' health lottery being just one example. If you live in a certain area you may have treatment, wereas in another area you won't get it. The milk of human kindness is being diluted by our own apathy. It is our job on this planet to care... after all we are the HUMANITY in its completeness, and in 2011 we should not be in the learning and infantile stages. Religeon needs to wander out of the church aisles and across the road into the hospitals. Best Wishes my friend.
your Fine poetry never fails to touch my heart and this is no exception! I can't begin to feel how you do because of your illness but I can imagine how it would feel, and yet you still give us such wonderful poems to read.
my daughter had the bad C word. don't even like to say it. With lots of prayer and the proper medications she is now free of it. thank God. Her last check up was positive. I pray daily for your good health.
I like this more every time I read it. It has some powerful truths. The truth can be a potent charm when you've nothing left to lean on.