The Voice of a Child … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here’s a poem I wrote earlier this month …


Gaia’s Grace 1, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

THE VOICE OF A CHILD … Soundtrack and Words
a poem by Alice B. Clagett

 

This account is entirely fictional.

Not long ago, in a country town
chilled to the bone, a troubled child
waited almost an hour for the bus to arrive

A woman, seeming mighty grand
pulled up in an old sedan
Leaned across the passenger seat
opened the door and said, hop in!

For almost a month on the astral plane
Night after night I heard his screams

God, oh God! God, oh God!
When will my father come find me?

Mr MD, What have you done
clipping the eyelids from that man’s son?
Did you think that would awaken him?

The heresy of physical form
makes a man think that a woman is born
when the jewels of his youth are shorn
and then, his mother’s fine clothes are worn

What shows up is an angry man
trapped in a form that he can’t stand
What will he do for a sexual thrill
but find a child at a bus stop to kill?

For over a month on the astral plane
I heard his screams, I felt his pain
And then one day, a man stepped in
and severed the child from his agony

Then for a month or more I heard
a sweet small voice from the wild clair world

I love you, I love you, Mr MD
for ending that nightmare pain in me
I love you, I love you, Mr MD …
Thank you for liberating me

Oh God, if there be a God, please spare
this child, please find him there
Bless him and bring him home again
to the Father who hears when he calls for help

Bless his parents. Heal that place
and by the way, as to Dorian Gray
ask the MD to read it please

Form’s good, but it’s not the only thing
It’s feelings that make our hearts sing

In my heart I still hear
month in, month out,
the voice of a child
and how he called out

See the face of a woman
who was not all there
and the glint of a knife
as it arced through the air

I remember how great
was the grief of that town
and how we kept hoping
the child would be found

–a gift of love, 4 February 2018


Gaia’s Grace 2, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Except where otherwise noted, this work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
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poetry, poems by Alice, ballads, social justice, crime, law enforcement, imprisonment, murder, murder mysteries, physical form heresy, genital mutilation, child protection, wild west,

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