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chalk the slate
angry strokes
brutal honesty
marking out
actual moments
real pieces of days
this last ledger
a reckoning done
by the numbers
inscribed upon
hard matte black
skin of forever
with dusty white
graceless graffiti
the sums of a
traceable life
starkly rendered
unvarnished by
memory’s lies
and mistakes
all those choices
those exercised
free will events
now come to their
sharp tabulation
a final appraisal
establishing
worth of a soul
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Yeah….
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excellent poem Paul, your poetry acts as inspiration and kicking reminder of how far I have to go as a writer 😉
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we writers are all on that same journey, anthony – not toward becoming like anyone else, but becoming our more fully developed selves
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It’s not so much aspiring to “be” someone else. It’s more about aspiring to have as strong a command of language, style and nuance, as other writers… but in my own voice. 🙂
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If the final calculation of our worth rests on an algorithm I’m afraid we’re both in big trouble . . . Life begins with grace, runs on grace, and ends with grace; or not . . .
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I think I’ve been in trouble for a long time
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Wow, this has a harsh feel to it–as Peter has already noted, God’s grace is the only way any of us comes up with a good score at the end of the day, or life. May He cover you with His blessings.
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thank you, dear friend – I meant it to be harsh, as in the truth can be harsh – I believe God chooses to grant or withhold grace based on his judgment of a souls merit – I often feel that I fall short
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Yes, the truth can be very harsh… I agree that God’s grace is conditional–in that it is reserved for those who believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, accept by faith His provision for our salvation. If we’re in that camp, we’re secure–regardless that many days we’d not make it on “merit”. Pretty much daily I fall short of what I desire to be, as a reflection of Him–but I’m persuaded that God looks at me through the blood of Christ shed for me, which covers me 24/7. That is the confidence of my faith which I cling to–on days when I mess up terribly, disappointing myself and others, if not Him.
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thanks for the heartening words
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Oh good, I’m glad I can be heartening some days 🙂
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My comment is not meant to diminish the quality of the poem–Brilliant, Exceptional writing as always 🙂
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oh dear – no need to explain – but thank you, thank you, thank you
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And you’re most welcome x 3! 🙂
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Oh Paul, I believe you are being hard on yourself too! I second and third the sentiments about God’s grace. At the end of the day, it is the only reliable thing. I hope you will have peace of mind. And I agree, another amazing piece.
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you are very kind to say so – thank you, vanessa
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Mercy. I depend on it as the prodigal. ‘Lord, I am not worthy to receive you but only say the word and my soul shall be yours.’
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in response to this plea, there are those who receive only silence
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I take silence as an affirmative sometimes.
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Amazing images in black and white on the chalkboard and in your poem. Striking message.
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my slate seems about full
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I suspect few possess the desire and/or honesty to dare reflect as you do here. Supreme stuff, Paul
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it’s too much work to be dishonest
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