Miraculous

by Jack M. Freedman

Subject to bloodshed from every limb,
Impressions left from disposal of sin.

Banishing discoloration of bone,
Skin now revealing the original tone.

Speaking to hearts and deciphering codes,
Within our heartbeat, we find our abode.

These distinct voices will always be heard,
Through praying lips, we will find the words.

Always foreshadowing future events,
Plowing through crises when our love is lent.

Rising from the earth and soaring through the air,
Feeling soft breezes and abundant care.

Birds chirping gospels presented to God,
Roses creeping from beneath the wet sod.

Thorns pricking foreheads and holes in the skin,
Our hymns of joy will surely begin.

Speaking to God with the help of tongues,
Shouting praises at the top of our lungs.

Breaking the shackles, sinners no more.
Peeking through holes of the heavenly door.

Raising hands, curing lepers who ail,
He will be rising, and love will prevail.

No rigor mortis, these bodies won’t rot.
Embarking on journeys, we’ve learned a lot.

Blessed is He who created our lives.
Through every struggle, we continue to thrive.

Jack M. Freedman is a poet and spoken word artist from Staten Island, NY. Publications featuring his work span 15 countries. These include the USA, Canada, UK, Ireland, France, The Netherlands, Ukraine, Nigeria, South Africa, Mauritius, Pakistan, India, Bangladesh, Singapore, and Thailand. Under the pseudonym Jacob Moses, he penned …and the willow smiled (Cyberwit, 2019), Art Therapy 101 (Cyberwit, 2019), and Seance (Cyberwit, 2020).

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