michael jackson poem
Came into our worlds light and hot,
urgent delight and hot at the trot,
worthy esteem that we could give,
some seem contemptuously stricken.
Leaving us then, sad but true,
why now, why ever, God only knew,
leaving a hole, one that grew,
now we are obliged to give it its due.
Alive we defend this time we do it,
appreciating the wonder and how life is new,
willing we straddle the tail,
lives in our memory forever crooked.
Finally, paraded, will not give,
separate this world without living,
for us to go back, we only know,
pushes us inspired to go.
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Regardless of our opinion of Michael Jackson, he influenced and inspired past and future generations. His legacy lives on. And while we rightly stop in our worship for him before we get to worship, which is due to God alone, we thank God for Michael and people like him; people who take our imaginations beautifully to grateful ransom.
Personally, and I speak for many silent voices in this, people like Michael Jackson, despite the libelous insults, have their place in inspiring us to go to the zenith of ourselves. All these are inspirations placed by God; talented players who model achievement and dedication to their trades.
Michael Jackson, like many of his contemporaries, has left a lasting legacy in the world of music, dance; the performing arts in short.
All of our lives have been greatly enriched by him and others like him. I thank God for them.
© 2010 SJ Wickham.