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While The World Was Sleeping

While The World Was Sleeping

A Poem by Rico X
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Free-verse

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While the world was sleeping

I heard God weeping

His tears falling against

The a/c

Woke me

How wonderful

To know that

He too is vulnerable

For if God can cry ...

Guess what?

So can I

 

See for me there is

No more sweeping my

Mess under the rug

It is okay for me to

Give myself a hug

 

While the world was sleeping

I heard God Weeping

I saw his tears hit the ground

They didn’t make a sound

 

Teepees on Indian Reservations

Firewalkers from African Nations

Slaves praying on Southern Plantations

All looked up to the sky

Never doubting or asking why

Because they know

When God cries

Their pain dies

Why?

Because God supplies

All of our needs

Indeed

 

Even

Atheist will graduate later

As they migrate

From the school of science

As their defiance will create

An unholy alliance

As he looks up to the sky

Never again doubting why

That when God cries

His tears will wash away

His fears

As he now graduates from

Hate only now to debate

That the weight of God’s

Tears has cleansed his fears

And his point of view

The life he once knew

Grew as his beliefs

Cleansed his grief

Giving him relief

His doubts were brief

When he too heard

God weeping

While he was sleeping

God’s tears woke him

Up too

So now he can begin his

Life anew

As he discovers

How wonderful

It is to know that

God is vulnerable and

That he is

Not afraid to show us

That weeping may endure

Through the night

But joy comes in the

Morning Light

So if God can cry

Guess what?

So can I

 

AND

 

While the world was sleeping

I heard God weeping

His tears falling against the a/c

Woke me

How wonderful to know that

He too is vulnerable

For if he can cry ...

Guess what?

So can I

 

 

© 2014 Rico X


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I like free-verse when it's done well and has a positive or reality driven message. This hit's on both of these for me. Well done. ... and yes, I almost always start at the writers beginning and work my way up to their present. With nine pages and the amount of poet's I encounter, this should take a while. It does keep me reading rather good work though.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rico X

6 Years Ago

Thanks for the review my catalog is extensive as I write 3-8 poems a day not to mention the nearly 3.. read more



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I like free-verse when it's done well and has a positive or reality driven message. This hit's on both of these for me. Well done. ... and yes, I almost always start at the writers beginning and work my way up to their present. With nine pages and the amount of poet's I encounter, this should take a while. It does keep me reading rather good work though.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rico X

6 Years Ago

Thanks for the review my catalog is extensive as I write 3-8 poems a day not to mention the nearly 3.. read more
shades of Langston Hughes' poem "Cross"---trying to find forgiveness because hate and anger are so heavy to try to carry through life.
the teepees, the reservations, the slaves---all those who have been beaten down, stripped of outward pride, still hold to the pride within....and know that the meek will inherit the earth, that God does care and cries for them.

i think of the joan osborne song..."what if god was one of us?"
i think he is.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Rico X
Rico X

Politically InCorrect, LA



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I have been writing since I was 9. I specialize in freeverse poetry and have cut my teeth on Political and Socially Conscious subject matters. My poetry is not for everyone but anyone who hungers and .. more..

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