Sharon Warden
Tongues
"Speak in tongues,"
You say to me.
"Prove to me
Your sanctity."
Tongues can rape,
Tongues can spew;
Tongues can cut
The soul in two!
Quicker than
A snake, an asp,
The smoking flax
Is in tongues' grasp:
Tongues puts it out.
Sarcastic wit
Quenches flames
That ne'er were lit!
© 8-28-01 Sharon Warden
Searching for a place
You.
Me.
Searching,
Ever striving;
Contending even;
The quest continues
For that place,
That special place,
Where one belongs;
Where one is loved
Where one is cherished,
Not for what one can do,
Not for what one can say,
Not for what one can change,
Not for the prize
From one's hand. .
No - not even for
The love one has to give.
But a special place
Where you belong,
Where I belong.
Where you are loved
Where I am loved
Because you are.
Because I am.
My wish for you;
My wish for me
Is that we discover
And inhabit
That special dwelling;
That special place.
Your place.
My place.
© 2002 Sharon Warden
Something is wrong with this picture
Life is a gift;
A mysterious gift
Given to each of us;
It springs from the Creator's Hand
To be treasured and enjoyed.
Why then do we struggle so
To open this present.
Or worse yet,
To toss it in the trash,
Unopened and unexplored,
Wasted,
With the rest
Of the junk mail?
© 2001 Sharon Warden
A Poem
The freezing rain has given way
To just plain drizzle.
The sky is gray;
The trees are gray,
The endless mud,
All match my soul.
Oh, God, what am I to do?
Oh, give me a means of adjustment;
Or, send some love my way.
Everything is gone -- lost!
I am despised and hated.
And nothing.
I feel like a lump of nothing
If such a thing exists.
Oh, I am grieved
And my heart is broken.
© 2001 Sharon Warden
About you
I'm drunk and I know it,
Inebriated, and must show it --
Yet, in my spinning mind I seem to feel
Gyrating thoughts that shimmer, whirl and reel --
About you!
Futile, and I know it,
Idiotic fantasy to show it --
Yet, I see your mouth, your eyes, your chin;
There you go catapulting through my thoughts again --
About you!
Antiquity embraces,
The egos, wraiths and faces --
Dance wildly like fire before my eyes;
They leap, they jump, they caper. The dream dies --
About you!
© 2001 Sharon Warden
Troubles
Troubles are great burdens to bear.
Our lives are filled with want and care.
We say, "Where's the light? Oh, where, oh where
Is the peace that is promised, when in despair?"
We bowed out heads to God and Spirit.
We said our burdens are too much, we just can't bear it!
But it seems whenever we were despaired,
That was the only time we cared.
But, I ask of You, oh God and Lord,
Christ by highest heaven adored,
Help me the burdens of life to bear.
Help me when I am in despair.
© 2001 Sharon Warden
My weapon
Brandished,
I went to work,
Pen in hand.
But could not
Find it
In a book.
Nor could I
Write it
On a page.
You see,
I'm looking
For the end
Of all
Life's cares
Great and small
To wrap them up
One and all
In a shroud.
Throw them in
A grave so
Wide and deep
And long and
Big enough
To hold them all.
Bury them there
With a song
In my heart
To know
They're buried deep,
No more to grow.
All life's cares
Great and small
Wrapped up
One and all,
In a shroud,
In a grave,
Ten feet deep.
© 2001 Sharon Warden