Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Poem 5: This Face

 


This was written for a contest with a photo of a girl. I wish I had the photo!! She reminded me of Josie I had met earlier that day at work. The other nurses introduced me from a distance and told me her story, which now I will share with you. I was working as a student nurse in long term care, and this girl was disabled after an accident. Even the way the tongue is breaking through the girls lips in the photo reminded me of her. It was her birthday today and she could never have looked so lost.


This Face.

Oh Lord, how could it be

Your dear child, the face I see

Such beauty and such despair

crumpled up in one big chair?



My heart and soul can't help but flow

Her brother she will never know

Still sixteen when her body was broken

Responsibility lived, but never has spoken



Such beauty I see

Such youth and purity

How and why did her brother die

/But her body holds strong/



undeserving innocence

breathing in the circumstance



Oh how I long to see her smile

Like I see on her file

Refreshing joy to fill her eyes

and hope filling her mind




Bless her Lord with more than this

Bless her with a reason to live

open her lips to speak and sing

i trust you can bring healing



This is not her weight to bear

a heavy cross up broken stairs



Oh Lord it cannot be

The right for this to happen, free

little Jo needs hope and life

not thoughts that wound her like a knife



Let my compassion be enough

to break Your heart, pour out Love

Your touch of fire is needed here

Reveal Yourself, erase her fears



Show Your power to all today

Give her a gift of freedom I pray

Amaze the minds with Mercy and Grace

For all who have met this beautiful face.



Nov 17, 2005 - Cheryl Tower

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