I wrote this poem on June 24, 2004 in the midst of a three year consecration and separation from from my late ex-husband. I was on my lunch break and went to eat alone at the park across the street from my job. I skipped lunch with my best friend that day, Sophia Williams. After lunch, I immediately wrote this poem. It’s time to come in from the playground…. God was letting me know how he sees us at times.
Jonnie and Susie are still in the air on their swings,
Caught in between their childhood and the decisions of adult things,
Who forgot to go get them?
Leslie and Timmy are on the seesaw,
No one told them, if you steal that they would be breaking the law,
The law of gravity, because what goes up must come down,
Please tell them its time to leave the playground.
Samaria and Michael are playing in the sand,
Crying because the wind blew and the castle they built won’t stand,
But who forgot to tell them, you can’t build a house on the sand,
But who forgot to tell them, you need a strong foundation to understand,
That the sun doesn’t always shine and there will be rainy days,
Go tell them to come in from the playground, that childhood is only a phase.
Kimberly climbed up the slide and now is afraid to come down,
Who forgot to tell her, you don’t do drugs and get high,
Go tell her someone told her a lie,
Because she’s afraid if she comes down, she’ll have to face the issues on the ground.
Vincent and Amber were hanging from the monkey bars and were afraid to go across,
But who forgot to tell them, if they try and fall that they can recover from the loss.
No one wanted to go first and be the boss,
Where are the leaders?
The interceders,
Please, tell them we need them to leave the playground now.
Todd found a beautiful toy in the park, jut after dark, that had been left all alone
And Mark came by the way and claimed it as his own,
Who forgot to tell them, they’re not children anymore----they are grown.
And that Pamela’s not a toy, she’s real and that was not the deal,
It was till death do them part.
Please tell the girls to be responsible for themselves and not become toys,
Because girls become women and men sometimes become boys,
Don’t forgot to take care of your things,
And children, please, get off those swings,
And the seasaw that takes you up and down,
Please, come down from the slide, and face the issues that make you hide, stop playing on the merry go round,
Please, please somebody tell the children to come in from the playground.
