Deborah Downes Poems

Plastic Jesus on dashboards and in celluloids
Expressionless face mouthing great wisdom in monotone
Hanging from a cross of suffering as though in peaceful slumber
His heart and soul of passion displayed without emotion
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Amid the rubble of crumbling concrete
a seed, unwittingly sown, sends its tender shoots
pushing toward love’s light.
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I saw a little boy with his mother today....
bright-eyed and rosy, playful to intently curious.

I saw a mother with her little boy today....
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Evil, like a virus, cannot survive outside the living
It does not dwell in the dark places of legend
but in the dark spaces of the mind.
And when the opportune moment arises
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Down the day and down my mood
Time passed away but not to good
I walked and wandered, no where to go
I sought and searched, no one to know
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Two lonely children
Walking hand in hand
Standing side by side
Against a cold world
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Remember your first dance?
The anticipation and uncertainty
The painstaking preparation of clothes and coif
Wanting to stand-out but afraid of rejection
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I never knew you
but your pain pierced my heart in ways I could not have imagined
and magnified my senses to realize God’s wonders....
to see nature’s palette of perfection
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Piercing, pounding, perpetual pain
demanding all my energy, and leaving me insane
Day in and day out, blessed peace eludes me
The song of life plays on, but has chosen to exclude me
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Faces, bodies, clothes, that taunt us with perfection
On TV, ads, and billboards, too numerous to mention
Exercising, motorizing, proselytizing, so it goes….
Everywhere you turn to are solutions to all woes
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