God knows who you are

Jamaica Gleaner - - ARTS&EDUCATION - – Cr­ishna Clarke – Homer Sylvester

If tears could ab­sorb a mother’s blows, as they softly fall from lips twitch­ing to cry and to hold – if the Love for a child that bonded from the womb to this, so soon – if the rain­drops shim­mer­ing in her eyes could print the vi­sion she held for an only son so young – if one’s heartache could gather in the void­ness where wounds grow as she whis­pers ‘No’ – If the mem­o­ries flood­ing her mind col­lect in each teardrop that drips from tor­tured lips they could not tell the pain that si­lence is – bit­ing her lips, tap­ping her toes as she whis­pers ‘ No, no, it’s not so’. You stole his life, wrist watch and his phone.. so bold, greedy and brazen. No re­gard for a young pre­cious life, your act was so ob­scene. You couldn’t care less, you wanted to cre­ate a scene. To you God wasn’t look­ing it seems, blinded with cal­lous­ness and the de­ter­mi­na­tion to steal .... God isn’t afraid to recog­nise you, he was watch­ing He sees and He knows you, ev­ery de­tail of your be­ing, He didn’t fall asleep when you boarded that bus, and used that weapon to cre­ate death and de­struc­tion on the life of a young in­no­cent and hand­some one. His own be­long­ings, God sees you and He knows you, He recog­nises you with the blood of an in­no­cent young man on your hands.. Get­ting home was on his mind , un­til you erased his plan, cruel, cold blooded mur­derer with your knife in your hand... Your mind is dark, but that young man has found light in a beau­ti­ful land... Sleep on young man, you’re safe in Je­ho­vah’s peace­ful hands. May his soul rest in peace ...

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