Make my life a hollow reed
That will bend in stormy breeze
For in numbers I find my strength
Beneath the willow tree
Make my life like the rock
Piled high upon , top to top
A stonewall that runs for miles
Around my life it stands
Make my life short but sweet
Give me peace not dire defeat
Give me love and woman's sigh
Admist the clovered fields
Make my life a Godly song
One that knows right from wrong
With wisdom as old as stars
I'll dance inside the fire
Make my life to unfold
I am tired , my shoes have holes
My dreams are seeds cast to the winds
I , as just the husk remains
Make my life now come to end
It's my time to propend
I'll walk among the ghost's remains
As willingly I sing :
Hollow reeds will bend not break
Hollow reeds will not forsake
Of hollow reeds my death bed make
Let me lie amongst the stars
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- Comment from author about the poem: Mathew 12:20 A bruised reed he will not break , and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out , till he has brought justice through to victory .
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Lie among the stars in time but not yet, you have more words to bring to us.
Ha ha , I will do . Thank you Goldfinch60 .
A fine and eloquent write. Some do, sadly, break off broken reeds, and quench smouldering wicks. Harsh, uncaring, thoughtless, etc. Impatience even. If it's broken, they don't bother to try to fix it, but just chuck it out. A comforting verse too.
Ah ! Thank you orchidee for such a beautiful comment .
It is indeed a fine piece of poetry
Thank you Michael Edwards for reading .
Thank you Diamond for taking time to read .
Having stage 4 cancer this poem speaks to me in a certain way, perhaps one not intended . I loved it.
My heart goes out to you , I just found out yesterday that another poet I know has terminal cancer . Poets are special people . They let us see life through God's eyes . May God grant you peace , stength , and reconcilliation . I will mention you in my prayers .
Appreciate your prayers and comment.
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