Through a sea of steel, concrete, and bars, I move and feel, all my scars.
Many remain old wounds not healed, from a past pain not yet sealed.
Life as a child I trembled with fear of an adult gone wild a thousand beating severe.
“You’re no good “!! Still it’s repeating, as she would through every beating.
Telltale screams fill my head with a past that seems never dead.
Sweat soaked sheets almost every night.
Where my sanity retreats, I search for sight.
Now I walk with sorrow, bearing a tortured soul, no comfort to borrow.
Still, I pay my toll and I’ll walk this mile, head held high, only I hope to smile before I die
By Robert Skelly
My david
Jew/poet
Wise Man/Courageous Warrior
Shepard King/Bringer of a dynasty:
So many loved you;
God loved you,
blessed you
with immortality,
carving you into His sacred word:
“And your house and your kingdom
shall be made sure forever before me;
Your throne shall be established forever.”
He carved you into the minds of millions upon millions.
He carved you into marble,
into bronze,
into stone.
He painted you onto canvas,
laid you into glass
revealing your fragility.
“Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife,”
He warned you.
“Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor,”
He commanded you.
“Thou shalt not kill!”
He pleaded with you.
“Thou shalt not commit adultery!”
He cried.
But still, He forgave you–
You, who He filled with His thoughtfulness,
His courage,
His strength,
but not enough of His sympathy;
still He forgave you.
And even after toiling
so hard over your beginnings,
loving, and at the same time
hating you–His creation;
Knowing always that one day you
would be worshiped by others
and your attentions lost,
He forgave you.
By, Robert Skelly
