I hunger for your touch And yet I am repulsed What is, that made me this way So much unlike others
Remember time on father's knee The comfort there derived from The laughter, the simple joy The games we used to play then
The birthday cake at six of age The presents I was given Barbie doll and clothes so bright By my beloved Uncle Lester
Rough of hands and breath of beer I did not know better Innocence of childish games Torn away forever
For years he came in dead of night My soul he tore asunder Terrified my body froze Compelled to surrender
Although so many years have passed The memory still lingers I recoil from manly touch Unable to be intimate
How I yearn to be like others To laugh and love like them
Man on the Street Corner
I watched her down the street she walked Narrow of waist and broad of hip Straight of back and fulsome bust A woman proud and regal
This woman tall who has it all What is there to offer Uncertainty it gripped my heart And stopped my feet from walking
And yet when closer I did look Some things became apparent The furrows upon her brow And eyes lost and haunted
The Spirit spoke within my soul To her make me known now Speak of love, life everlasting And for her I will be there
When Spirit speaks, I heed the call So boldly I approached her I spoke the words the Spirit gave Of Jesus and forgiveness
I spoke on for quite a while Of things within the Bible And it was there in middle of town She gave her heart to Jesus
Troubled soul II
All these years, these weary years The burden I have carried The guilt so heavy weighs me down My hate for Uncle Lester
I met a man, a kindly man And how I yearned to love him Yet the past, the gruesome past Would not allow it
Despair I had and gave up hope Till this old man approached me Told me things of Jesus Christ His love and forgiveness
Right there on the street we prayed And I gave my heart to Jesus Felt love, peace, serenity And lifting of my burden
Now I see a life ahead Of peace, love and marriage Pray to Jesus every night For the man on the street corner
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
I started writing this quite a while back. It is a true story with names changed. I came across this when I had my counselling practice. I was working with the client for quite a while with little results. One day she came and told me about this man that approached her on the street corner and how she gave her heart to Jesus. She was a completely changed person and I saw her a few months later on the street on the arms of a gentleman. Finally finished the poem. It is in three parts by design.....thank you.... I should add that Uncle Lester has long since passed away.
Hi, steve1223, It is sad that Uncle Lester could take childhood, and apparently much of adulthood, away from one if not many innocent girls. Not requiring forgiveness for the violations she suffered, it is wonderful that she did find love and acceptance through her faith and meeting a kindly man. Thank you for sharing this story of love, peace, serenity And lifting of my burden.
steve1223OPadelaide, South Australia AustraliaJul 22, 2011
It is sad how many 'Uncle Lester' there are in this world and how many children they rob of their innocence. They leave permanent scars behind that never really go away.
But we can always hope that scars would heal: hope is everywhere, it is the last thing we are ready to part with. Hope is in this sequel of poems. Thank you for sharing.
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It is sad that Uncle Lester could take childhood, and apparently much of adulthood, away from one if not many innocent girls. Not requiring forgiveness for the violations she suffered, it is wonderful that she did find love and acceptance through her faith and meeting a kindly man. Thank you for sharing this story of love, peace, serenity And lifting of my burden.