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God’s Fingerpints
God’s Fingerprints were found
On the souls of children
Frail as withered blooms
And as hushed as snow has sound.
Children have souls as solid as iron,
But their bodies and spirits are delicate buds.
God’s Fingerprints were seen
Pressed against the minds
Frayed by the titanic behemoth of cities’ slick oil sheen
And the crunching numbers of stock and salaries
-Did the rent rise again?
God’s Fingerprints left its mark over
Mothers’ worried faces lined with sorrow and attrition
Of three jobs behind counters facing bellowing customers.
-Which to buy? Backpacks or clothes? School is just around the corner.
God’s Fingerprints were smudged
Over the gowns of surgeons who
Spent nights fending off the Reaper
From their patients-but their battle was in vain
Their sparring was futile.
-So their eyes stare blank in defeat.
God’s Fingerprints brushed against the worn shoulders
Of grandparents eking out a bind of grandkids and parents
Separated by concrete, bars and visiting hours.
-Parole seems like a far-off, perfumed dream.
God’s Fingerprints are found on everyone,
On you, on me, on that person there and the other over here.
-Do you see them?
God’s Fingerprints were found
On the souls of children
Frail as withered blooms
And as hushed as snow has sound.
Children have souls as solid as iron,
But their bodies and spirits are delicate buds.
God’s Fingerprints were seen
Pressed against the minds
Frayed by the titanic behemoth of cities’ slick oil sheen
And the crunching numbers of stock and salaries
-Did the rent rise again?
God’s Fingerprints left its mark over
Mothers’ worried faces lined with sorrow and attrition
Of three jobs behind counters facing bellowing customers.
-Which to buy? Backpacks or clothes? School is just around the corner.
God’s Fingerprints were smudged
Over the gowns of surgeons who
Spent nights fending off the Reaper
From their patients-but their battle was in vain
Their sparring was futile.
-So their eyes stare blank in defeat.
God’s Fingerprints brushed against the worn shoulders
Of grandparents eking out a bind of grandkids and parents
Separated by concrete, bars and visiting hours.
-Parole seems like a far-off, perfumed dream.
God’s Fingerprints are found on everyone,
On you, on me, on that person there and the other over here.
-Do you see them?
A terse, free verse poem improvised during the dwindling hours of the night.
The ruthless pace of society can often desensitizes us to the point that we devalue people.
In our subconscious, we know this is wrong, but our external struggles take precedence and we ignore this truth.
Let us try, each day, to keep that flickering truth lit in our minds as reason and rationalize our everyday dealings in life.
The ruthless pace of society can often desensitizes us to the point that we devalue people.
In our subconscious, we know this is wrong, but our external struggles take precedence and we ignore this truth.
Let us try, each day, to keep that flickering truth lit in our minds as reason and rationalize our everyday dealings in life.
© 2014 - 2024 Tete-DePunk
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Beautiful writing sister Theresa. I always enjoy reading this kind of writing. I know that someday this world is going to change and it is coming soon. I look forward to it. I hope that a lot of people will be ready. Thank you for sharing your thoughts my precious friend. And I am happy to see you got a feature for this worthy writing. God has blessed you in so many ways. 
