My King

A King

a fine man

his smiles few

his temper swift

his apologies profuse

broad hands

heavenly lips

pearly whites for teeth

crinkles about his eyes

a dimple on  his right cheek

a frown that makes you think twice

an easy stride

a firm grip

doesn’t mind holding his 3 year old nieces hand

as they walk to the park

bends down

to

tie her shoe

adoringly she looks up

prides himself for his strong hands

a decent man

never  too proud

washes the dishes

gently

looks down at his mother and beams

adoringly she looks up

a simple man

harsh words were spoken as the scuffle broke out

a staying hand on the boys shoulder

he only need give a look

heaving chests calming

clenched fists relaxing

adoringly they look up

A King walks among us!

Look how he

savors his words before he speaks

a late blooming flower his smile is

his steps so unhurried

his presence lingers on & on long before he is gone

tranquility exalts him

our future

he is

But they caught you my King!

Look how they

mislead you

you who are so wise but oh so green

Our King!

Look how they

chained you

struck you and broke you

mocked you

your flesh

an endless hue of a bellowing dust storm

tearing & singing

‘This is where you’ll be cut!

This is where you’ll be wasted!’

each grasping for a part of you

as we stood back and watched

now they have all these lines drawn over you

and no matter how you try with your bound hands

they’ll never be cleansed

not even smeared

and each adding year

one by one

we deeply singe your flesh as we redraw the lines

add on to the locks and chains

kick and scorn as you fall again and again

Oh look how he unsteadily rises

to stand again and again

and we spit at you

pelt you

Oh look how he never reproaches

though the weight of the added chains have bent your once straight back

though the gashes, scars, wounds have obscured your handsome frame

though your youth has all but wilted

your kindness

your wisdom

your uprightness

your fairness

have not faded

but grown bright & potent

I sit here unlocking

unraveling and freeing

My King

Version II 

 

A King

a fine man

his smiles few

his temper swift

his apologies profuse

broad hands

heavenly lips

pearly whites for teeth

crinkles about his eyes

a dimple on  his right cheek

a frown that makes you think twice

an easy stride

a firm grip

doesn’t mind holding his 3 year old nieces hand

as they walk to the park

bends down

to

tie her shoe

adoringly she looks up

prides himself for his strong hands

a decent man

never  too proud

washes the dishes

gently

looks down at his mother and beams

adoringly she looks up

a simple man

harsh words were spoken as the scuffle broke out

a staying hand on the boys shoulder

he only need give a look

heaving chests calming

clenched fists relaxing

adoringly they look up

 

A King walks among us!

 

Look how he

savors his words before he speaks

a late blooming flower his smile is

his steps so unhurried

his presence lingers on & on long before he is gone

tranquility exalts him

our future

he is

 

But you’ve been caught my King!

Look how you

undervalue yourself

you who are so wise but oh so green

 

Our King!

 

Look how the years

have washed and stained

now our

young sons & daughters

aimless and vain

Oh look how he never reproaches

though the weight of these new generations have bent his once straight back

though the bewilderment at this worlds new phases obscure his once handsome frame

though his hope has all but wilted

your kindness

your wisdom

your fairness

have not faded

but grown bright & potent

 

My King

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