By Monica C. Voskamp
(Inspired by the parable my mom told me of a good king)
The King looks down and sees
Not the reality of commoners
Fighting, shouting and ever
Judging their fellow man.
The King looks down and sees
A different reality:
The suffering in their hearts,
Their longing to be
Realized.
The King’s eyes probe past
The drunken staggering,
The stench of whiskey
And reads a soul drowning in pain.
The king sees past a homeless person
Defeated and ashamed
He read their panicking minds
Wondering how they will get through
Another day.
The king sees the loner,
Carrying a mountain
All by himself,
Sinking deeper each day
In depression and hopelessness.
The King sees the prostitute
Reads her screaming heart
Hoping one day someone
Won’t judge her,
Someone will finally love her,
Just because
Not for pleasure.
The King doesn’t see
With commoner eyes,
And this,
This is why He is King.
His soul enters into the hearts
And minds of his people.
He hears beyond the screams
And reckless behaviour.
The King sees a suffering race
One He is responsible
To both lead and serve
One He has decided
To give a second chance
Because He loves them.
The King doesn’t forget
They are hurting people
Needing hope,
Needing love,
Needing to be assured
They as commoners,
Matter.
The King is wise
He doesn’t say off with their heads
At their crazy behaviour,
Nor does he look the other way,
When wrong has been done.
The King is patient
Yet doesn’t tolerate disgrace.
He lives what he gives,
He sees with greater eyes,
He see the people as people.
And in doing so,
He builds a nation
Strong in hope
Firm in trust
Secured in love.
The King looks from above,
While entering prisons inside.
And this is why the King,
Can be trusted to lead
Trusted to win
All the battles they face,
Especially the ones
Buried deep down
Inside.
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
*Photo Credit: Photo by Ricardo Cruz on Unsplash
Wow,
“..The king sees the loner,
Carrying a mountain
All by himself,
Sinking deeper each day
In depression and hopelessness. ,,”
A very strong poem!
Yes, God created us equal. Our sole makes the strongest person so kind, humble because she/he can bear the pain of carrying a mountain!
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Thank you:) Insightful response!
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Oh my, wow, a very strong poem for this generation!
“.. The king sees the loner,
Carrying a mountain
All by himself,
Sinking deeper each day
In depression and hopelessness. ..”
Yes, God created us equal. Our soles make the strongest person so kind since he can bear the pain of carrying a mountain, doesn’t it?
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