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TITLE: His grand tapestry | Previous Challenge Entry
By Caleb Cheong
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I realise that time just races past
without waiting or offering a breather
to reflect and recollect what's happened
Sixteen years have furtively flown away
I wish I possessed a time machine
to do the right things and undo the wrongs
Hazekiah's faith I wish I displayed
My daughters study at college
slogging for the chosen courses
As they mature they are less adorable
Yet I struggle to understand and relate
Wheel-chair bound, has been my wife
since ruptured aneurysm
Her care-givers the family have become
bearing each other's burdens
Pushing nineties is my Mum
Frail but strong-willed
determined to live life to the fullest
I pray and long for her salvation
Glad that I still work
despite the bleak economy
trying to support the family
Yes, He provides and meets our needs
There are things that become history
there are things that will join eternity
His Word and His Will will remain
even it spells curtains for the world
Let me cling on to these truths
fervently follow Joseph's footsteps
trusting God to transform whole saga
into part of His grand tapestry
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Yes, our mind goes from time to time without focusing on the future and that how I have lived will affect it.
Keep thinking and expressing yourself.
One thing you might want to work on is the flow of your poem. It's set up in four stanzas, and the reader expects a structured poem like this to have similar meter and rhythm in each stanza. Since it's not a rhyming poem, you don't need precise rhythm, but this just felt a bit bumpy to me, along with some forced construction. I wonder if the same little vignettes might have worked just as well as prose.
The last few stanzas were lovely, with eloquently expressed hope.