Poetry - The Unwanted

The Unwanted

The baby’s contorted body was quickly cured;

The once anguished face relaxed and the eyes opened; gone was fear.

But a question needed to be answered,

The eyes held a question saying “Why am I here?”

Gentle arms lifted the baby and a loving voice said “You weren’t wanted.”

The eyes of the man opened, once scared but now calm;

Weakness was gone and the once cloudy and confused brain was clear.

His voice, rich and deep, sang a beautiful psalm;

The song faltered the sharpened brain came up with a question --

and he said “Why am I here?”

Gentle arms helped the once helpless man --

and a loving voice replied sadly, “You weren’t wanted.”

The face of an elderly woman quickly changed as pain and worry faded away;

She looked down watching in wonder the change in water as clear as a mirror.

A rosy hue returned to the old cheeks --

and there was beautiful brown hair instead of grey.

Sitting, awed by the beauty around, yet sensing there was --

something not right she turned to a man and asked “Why am I here?”

Gentle arms helped her up and a loving, --

yet now angry voice, answered “You weren’t wanted.”

I walk down a hallway; I feel the pangs of fear.

Others I knew had walked this hall but they had been weak and ill;

I was strong and healthy, but my faith had put me with them. Why was I here?

Why did I not fight when others had lost, --

and I knew it wasn’t mercy but a lust to kill.

A man looms before me with needle and --

a small prick of pain, and I realize “I’m not wanted”

A man, in white, with eyes like fire approached --

and spoke; like thunder was his voice.

“Justice shall be served to those who have taken the lives of others; --

those who have made you the unwanted.”

Around the man were thousands who had come to judge the ones --

who had made for them that fatal and final choice,

For now those who were killed live and sing praise to the King; --

for through him they shall always be wanted!

Sorry the poem doesn't fit very well so "--" means same line in the poem but I had to split it up.