repost of poem dated 8/17/06 when I first came to poetbay and wrote as pj.

As a physical abortion cruelly robs a babe of life, so can Satan rob a person of their relationship with Father God.


Cold Side Of The Moon

I am on the cold side of the moon, shadowed from God's comforting hand
The sun cannot warm me here, no life moves in this land
I am in the deepest abyss of the ocean, no light beam can penetrate here
Black wet emptiness surrounds me, this is the womb of fear
I am in the lost confusion of mindlessness, where I claw and cling and grope
But there's nothing to hold on to, there's no reason to bring me hope

Inside walls of darkness, in a fetal curl I clinch
Demons cackle around me, as I pull and cinch and flinch
Loneliness enfolds me, as a comfort to a babe
Whose life has been stolen, before it's completely made

I was to live in splashes of sunlight, God made and God blessed
I was to run in puddles of spring rain, be tickled, patted and caressed
I was to sleep with musical teddies and passies and blankies of fleece
I was to see each day as a wonder and inspire the world to peace
I was to cause you to see in me, how God sees you in His plan
Now I'm on the cold side of the moon, shadowed from God's comforting hand



Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-07-28 at 20:28

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Kathy Lockhart
oh this is so powerful phyllis. you are posting poetry today that speaks personally to me. i know you didn't know that but it's true.
2009-07-28