Clay... One Small Soul

Around 3-4 years ago, I stumbled across a poem about Clay. It made me cry, it was so beautiful. It was written by a Clay fan who goes by the screen name, Nageea.. When I was off work for 10 months, dealing with my Cancer.........the only place I had it stored was in my work computer account. I was sad to find out that my account was closed from not being active. The only thing I was upset at losing, was this poem. Recently, I found Nageea once again. What she wrote so long ago, is still pertinent today, when it comes to what Clay has to put up with. Now, with her permission is what I treasure so deeply..................

One Small Soul



And Gabriel came to visit God,
in their warm and sunny land,
and found God sitting lost in thought,
a soul held in His hand.

“What are you up to, my Dear Lord
that makes you toil so long?
I thought you wouldn’t need much time
to fill that soul with song”.



“I did that first”, replied the Lord,
“ But then it came to me.
Why not add some other things
- there’s room enough, you see?.

His karma was to have a voice
that they’d call heaven sent
But other men have had the same;
I shall experiment.

There is a man we have with Us
who used to make them laugh
I think, perhaps this tiny soul
could use a bit of that.


Another’s here who gave her all,
that others might not suffer
This man I mold, he’ll be like her,
and make himself the buffer.

His path will be a thorny one
and often bleak and grim
for friends he’ll want, and comfort too
will be denied to him”.

He’ll feel the pain of being one
who’s locked behind the door
For things he has no way to change,
he’ll hurt, and suffer more.

“But Lord, with all the troubles that
You’ve put into his life
how can he overcome all that;
rejection, fear and strife?”.

“Look here, my dear sweet Gabriel,
look deep inside his core
I’ve woven in these threads of steel
- they’ll hold forever more”.

“Now I see this” said the angel,”
strength You’ve given to endure
and a smile to melt the hearts of men,
so sunny, bright and pure.

I do not mean to criticize, but oh!
- those ears! those feet !
You make him less than perfect,
Lord, he cannot have conceit!”.

“Ah yes”, smiled God, “I have indeed,
made a body without flow....
But that’s on purpose, Gabriel,
for the people aught to know

that perfection does not mean good looks
or a statuesque size four.
That bodies are but tools for folks
to wear while they explore

the heights and depths of humankind,
to find the joys of life,
of love and care and wonderment,
all ways to end their strife.

His ears will hear the cry of those who fall
and who have bled
Those feet will carry him to places
others fear to tread.

His walk will be a bumpy one,
oft treacherous at times
But he is made to persevere
and find more pleasant climbs”.

“It seems too much for one small soul
to carry such a load
how can you make him conquer in
a world that’s often cold?”

“Look closer now, into his soul,
it reaches out to Me
and brings along those others,
who would wish to be set free.

They’ll stop a moment in their work
to listen to his song
for he will be the teacher that they’ve
waited for so long.

His life will be an open book,
his actions will be ample
to cause all men to see the light
- he’ll lead them by example.

His hands will weave the threads of truth,
his arms they will enfold
My children and their children too,
the meek, the rash, the cold.

His eyes will be the green of growth,
of immortality
looking out with innocence,
as all mankind should be.

This soul, my angel Gabriel,
I give to those who prayed
for someone who would lead them home,
from places they have strayed.

To make men know that this one’s Mine,
I mold him with My hands
this child is to Me and Mine,
as oceans are to sands.

And to keep him real, and down to earth,
and only just for fun -
I’ll add a smidge of snarkiness -
- there now, I think I’m done”.
by
nageea, a Clay Fan.

It's been 5 years since the world discovered Clay Aiken, and I am still there, Clay!!
In my corner of the world, you are there!
In the chasm of my heart, you are there.
Within the confines of my soul, you are there.
And in my hours of darkness, you were there.
I am home now Clay, from once I strayed.
Thank You for leading by example.
marti