Poetry Dedicated to Flight MH370. Song of the Choir by Jenean C. Gilstrap

Poetry Dedicated to Flight MH370. Song of the Choir by Jenean C. Gilstrap
Jenean C Gilstrap
Poetry Dedicated to Flight MH370. Song of the Choir by Jenean C. Gilstrap

Poetry Dedicated to Flight MH370. Song of the Choir by Jenean C. Gilstrap

A little over three months ago, on March 8, 2014, 239 people [including the crew] boarded Flight MH370, a Boeing 777, destined to Beijing China from Kuala Lumur, Malaysia.  Shortly after takeoff, the plane and all its passengers disappeared into that bleak night and, despite weeks of civilian and military searches from several nations, no trace of the plane or its passengers has been found.  This silver bird simply vanished.  Theory after theory abounds but still no clue has been found.  The search has now ended but the mystery and the grief have no end.  To those 239 lost spirits, their families and their loved ones, this poem is dedicated.  May they all find peace and light.

song of the choir

bird in the air with weather to spare

flew right through the veil of despair

leaving those behind just somebody’s heir

amazing grace

i hear the sound

silver bullet flies

the dark night skies

i am lost and wanna be found

clouds of doubt

still fill that route

was taken by this mystery flight

take all the clues and add ‘em up

they won’t even fit a measurin’ cup

please save me now from my sad plight

all them goods in the cargo filled

but none of it worth all souls killed

it’s true my heart does greatly fear

big bird carries spirits now lost

searchin’ done at any ole cost

now when will that grace appear

nothin’ there but a mystery

nothin’ to compare in history

and all my fears be relieved

flyin’ straight on its course

then wings tip left to families’ remorse

my life would last i always believed

runnin’ GPS and trackin’ satellite

ain’t neither got their location right

through tough times and rough times i’ve already come

electronic this and electronic that

and don’t nobody know where the pilot sat

what is there now if it’s all done

sonar searchin’ the waters’ floor

but something shut that deep door

hear my plea hear my song

can’t figure out all the commotion

ain’t no debris in the indian ocean

take me back home where i belong

everybody prayin’ to their own spirit king

but they ain’t no answers not even a ping

my father my mother await my return


oh oh oh flight 370

for my daily love their hearts now yearn

where oh where did the silver bird go

whoever jacked is an evil foe

sisters and brothers long to see

engines roarin’

profit’s soarin’

the sibling that left but did not flee

eastern traffic in the wild blue yonder

growin’ daily money’ makin’ makes you ponder

everybody lookin’ to everybody else ain’t no wonder

my child only wants its father back

who ran the ship ever so tight

that it disappeared into the night

who else will keep its heart on track

did it fly its course on remote control

or skim right through a big black hole

amazing grace

oh help me now

did it somehow come under alien attack

don’t nothin’ matter but gettin’ it back


where are our sons

our daughters fair

where are our fathers

our mothers who care

those we love so dear

how could they not be here

and not be there





amazing grace

hear the choir sing




photo image by jenean c. gilstrap

View Comments (7)
  • to all who drop by to read me, my heartfelt thanks – to martin cid and isabel del rio, my deepest gratitude!

    • martincid

      Many thanks Jenean. Sorry for delay but it’s a crazy day in my tech world. Great poem as always.

      • oh, please! i don’t know how you do what you do – yareah is really growing and lookin’ good! [better and better!]

  • Bob Smoke

    very creative and beautiful to intersperse variations of lines from Amazing Grace – great write Jenean!

    • many thanks bob – i can hear the “voice” of the “passengers” as they do the amazing grace prayer, being softly sung in the background by a “choir” as the main verses are being read by the narrator – and at the end, all voices coming together in a “chant” type, to do the last voice of the “loved ones” –

  • MH

    Truly amazing poem Jenean. I had goosebumps as I read it. I have shared it with my friends. Thank you for sharing it with us.

    • how kind your comment MH – it’s always so appreciated hearing that one’s words have touched another – a horrific event impacting so many in so many different ways – i keep thinking of the lost ones – their voices singing amazing grace in their last moments, if in fact, they have suffered last moments – but who knows…my thoughts stay with them and their loved ones…regardless –

Jenean C Gilstrap

Since childhood, Ms. Gilstrap has had a love of words-of writing and other arts. An individualist, she chooses not to follow any pre-conceived pattern for the outlay of these words – rather, she allows them the freedom to forge their own path as they make their way from her heart to pen to paper. Her art work involves both photography and mixed media on large canvasses. She is a weekly featured poet in Yareah Magazine where her works have appeared for more than a year. Her piece The Granite God was the winning poem in Painted Bride Quarterly Sidebar #12 [2012]. Her work has been featured in performance poetry theatrical productions in Louisiana and her short story, Retribution, published in the Helicon Literary Magazine there. She and her gypsywomanworld blog are included as character/story elements in Ghost Key, the fictional work of award-winning author Trish MacGregor. Her first volume of poetry [2013], words unspoken, is available in both paperback and on kindle at amazon. She currently divides her time between her home in Louisiana and the east coast as she completes her second volume of poetry to be published in 2013.

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