The Cry of Affection

Posted: December 20, 2008 in poetry
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The cry of affection

the need of love,

can only be filled,

by the One above.

Desire and temptation

on confusion corner,

a hottie mired in trash

with cash as a mourner.

Eyes that see love

that’s twisted and marred.

Hands out to be helped

running into the barred.

Cute is a curse word

Mute is the Christ Herd.

Sex is a rusted tool

There is a man, the fool.

Standing on curb to get

the care of a stranger,

Climbing in a red sedan

with a typical stranger.

A hotel room

A cigar flume.

A defiled bed

a curse word said.

Out in five,

like a bee from a hive,

the dive,

she will strive,

to revive

her heart.

Done in five,

like a bee from a hive

the dive

he will strive

to revive

his heart.

Hurts go deep,

like the sting of a wasp.

Both caught

in a death grasp.

both seeking affection

both getting rejection.

no protection

no direction

no reflection

in need of protection

in need of direction

in need of reflection

the love

the hate

For self has no soul

like a cereal bowl.

Is the Hope available

to a girl in tights?

Is the Hope achievable

to a boy without fights?

transformation?

reprobation?

salutation?

Hope out numbers

the enemies plunder’s.

God’s hand can touch

Gives life to lifeless.

Heals broken hearts

makes hands strifeless.

Transformation?

Yes!

Re-creation?

The Best!

He captures the tear

trades faith for fear

when you run he’s near.

He takes the pain

turns it into joy.

Like a baby child

with a new found toy.

Sister you don’t have

to wait for the money,

to get your love

from one who calls you honey.

There is One greater

who loves you more.

Reach your hand out

and open the door.

to Freedom.

Mister you don’t have

to give out the money,

to get your love

from one who calls you honey.

There is One greater

who loves you more.

Reach your hand out

and open the door.

to Freedom.

To the dance of Forgiveness.

To the glorious Whiteness.

All sin is taken away,

and you become whole.

You never pay for

the redemption of your soul.

You see before you the power

The Man died at just the right hour.

He demonstrated

Proclamated,

Manifestated,

His own love

for you.

While your were

still a sinner.

Buried in self,

and pride

and anger

and hatred

and lust

and the list goes on,

He died for you.

Cause he loves you.

Experience Grace,

Like sunshine on your face.

Just one taste

Gives transformational haste.

Comments
  1. Evie Elgersma says:

    What a powerful poem! I am assuming you wrote it, and I praise God for the power and impact of words.

    • keithcarpenter says:

      Thanks Evie, I’m happy this poem touched you. At times there are images in my mind whose only exit becomes the written word. God is powerful and loving and my prayer is that we are able to share this knowable quality of God to those on the streets. Pass it on.

  2. Shelli says:

    keith! why arent you doing more poetry? i can picture this in the spoken-word setting of the fremont rounds. thanks for your prayers for my time here. i miss you guys, alot. it’s hard being here, because as soon as i stepped back into the house, it all felt so natural, like i hadn’t really been gone…but so much has changed in me since then- and i feel like it’s impossible to convey that to family and friends. i love this new black minimalist theme. keep it, it’s quite nice. i LOVE the poem. please write more so i can continue to read them…

  3. This is beautiful, man! I look forward to seeing God work in you more through writing.

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