"Wheels May Turn"

This is for those people...

I am often knocked down by the gazes of the haters,

back biters, the bullies, the witty, and the other fool phonies.

Then when life got better for me. I’ve tasted glory.

They all know my story.

I am now a hot-shot thinking they should all bow down before me.

but then it struck me like bolt of lightning...it hit me so hard,

-         Reality -

I was in pain, in agony. It ain’t easy, still, I was lucky.

 

Then my mother told me, baby

No cloud forms into a storm

without permission of the heavens

No plates will shake that awake

those deadly earthquakes

No waves will roar and hush...

without Him knowing so,

And no sun will shine

revealing that colorful rainbow.

 

Right then and there

Those thunder bolts that kept screaming in my ear

 I can see it clear, slowly disappear.

 I was blinded by the sight of me in the mirror.

Deceiving into believing that it was all mine

but it wasn’t .

In fact, it never was

I was simply receiving and so because

it was just given, count it as a blessing.

Then my mind starts to open,

I think it’s time to pick up the signs and all the warnings.

 

I am a cup and empty, needed to be filled

by the one who gave up His life for me

and drank that chalice.

Then all I knew is:

The words that I preach and the voice that you hear 

comes from a whole other dimension

in which no religion could ever feed,

no holier than thou could ever see

that kind of revelation which is amazing!

 

It is a gift that you must treasure.

Life? It ain’t forever.

So you better not think you’re more clever

than the other good souls who gather,

Roaming about the planet,

Streets! making their playground.

 

-         You are here, so listen to that sound.

 

Then you see a boy with a broken smile

You think for a while…

 

Light up a candle

to a heart who’s not able to handle

the adversities that have scarred them, that have once scarred you.

You hear him cursing! reality, blaming the hate and economy

which results to poverty, with all these hypocrisies

added by social inequality

and the hostile society.

 

So what? He says.

 

Then you decide what to do next.

For the light that is in you is undying

but it’s for you to decide

if you are going

to pass it on to someone who is tryin’,

struggling in life and surviving.

 

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Wheels May Turn"
L.C. Jarrette,
Personal and real are these ideas. I sense the processing of your inner experience to realization of reality. There is the sharing of wisdom out of your mother's heart to yours as a daughter. I so loved that! This poem flows with the release you have discovered:"I was simply receiving and so because,it was just given, count it as a blessing, then my mind starts to open, I think it's time to pick up the signs and all the warnings,I am a cup and empty and needed to be filled."
so much I could still say....but you have been found by Christ and know and embrace His perfect Love.
blessings,
kathy

[Abhishek Asthana]

this is something that we requires from writer like you...poetic devices are used nicely...extremely happy with the flow of the poem... no words were forced... i really admire this thoughtful piece of writing... keep going :)

[L.C. Jarrette]

naah..haha! that was my first attempt to make that kind of poem.can't believe you read it.i'm embarrassed. :)
really need more practice...
but thanks for reading it..haha..

[Abhishek Asthana]

so what, everyone makes first trial, even a veteran was a debutante once upon a time... i am just happy to see that you are so passionate... and very well done for a first timer... keep going

[L.C. Jarrette]

yes, okay thank you very much.

[Raven Moonchild]

(applauds) THe depth is this poem is truly amazing. :) Bravo!!!

[barleygirl]

You've done a good job of showing us the progression of understanding in this person. I like writing that presents a lesson this way . . . SHOWING instead of telling. The first part sounds down-to-earth & real-to-life . . . then the middle part gets a little preachy . . . then the ending goes back into the real-life mode. I'm not sure if the "preachy" section blends with the "showing" lesson in the rest of the piece. I totally agree with your preaching, for sure. Don't mean that as a criticism to your meaning. I'm just wondering if there's a way to write the preachy part in a more gut-level realistic way, instead of the more "gospel" sound of filling a chalice & all that?!?!? Just a thought. Your poem is fine the way it is . . . good thoughts, good lesson-building.

[L.C. Jarrette]

thank you again..
:)

[L.C. Jarrette]

i was inspired by someone (an incredible writer) so i decided to give it a try..oh my goodness.huhu