falling from hope
onto knees of despair
so much pain
from abated belief
from failed faith
in the power of prayer
a convergence of
miseries ravages
body and soul
piquant reverence
of youth become
bitter with age
and resentment
resigned to this
supplicant posture
of bone upon stone
bent in sin of misgiving
no promises offered
a simple agnostic appeal
to that ghost of a god
for empathic release
sweet relief of release
A tale of age through the ages.
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much appreciated
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“to that ghost of a god” – for an agnostic, belief in ghost and god – what’s the difference? Where will that appeal be heard?
Beautiful Paul.
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it’s all about the bloody uncertainty
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😊😊
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I like how this piece tumbles off the page, almost as if once started it can’t stop. Almost a confession but instead of a penance there is an appeal for ‘sweet relief of release’. This is a poem to ponder and unravel . Thank you Paul
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I sincerely appreciate your thoughtful comment, nigel
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Thought provoking for sure. Very nice Paul!
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many thanks, penny
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This splendid poem, a perfection of subject matter fierce yet compassionate analysis like no other. The closest I can think of is a recent song by Mr Cohen himself, ‘You Want it Darker’.
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the title song of his final album – it’s phenomenal
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It certainly is, Paul
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A beautiful description of the struggle for faith that begs for the trite adage “it’s always darkest before the dawn” to be true.
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much appreciated
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Poetry…autobiography…wishing you strength…
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thanks kindly
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Beautifully written, and oh how it breaks my heart. I know the “bone on stone” painful seasons…I wish I could give you the fruit from my own prayers, to feed the wavering certainty I’ve also known. I, too, yearn for sweet release. All I can do is offer you faith to borrow as this relentless trial drags you down. It’s undeniably hideous, I know. Even so, I also know that God loves us in our agony and doubts and despair. He won’t forsake us, He’ll carry us through. Trust takes all the courage we can muster, my dear friend.
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bless you big, jael
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You’re sincerely welcome from the depths of my cockle shell heart.
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Resonating with this one….also longing for that sweet relief of release. Well-crafted as always, Paul.
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thanks dearly
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Paul, if you’ll trust me with this, I’d like to reblog it as part of my Sunday post. The reason we need a REALLY BIG GOD, is for such times as this when our faith is dragging. I’m reminded of a fine quote: “God would like us to be joyful, even when our hearts lie panting on the floor”–from “Fiddler On the Roof”, by Joseph Stein. Notice, it says God would “like” that–not that He expects it, or would ever be disappointed in us when we’re too weak to be joyful. God does not despise the bruised reed or smoking flax–Matthew 12:20. We qualify.
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feel free
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Okay.
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Quite moving, thank you Paul. How is your own faith?
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usually strong – there are moments
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I think all have those moments, but good to hear it’s usually strong
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You needn’t have posted the picture – your words painted it for me. Terrific writing.
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many thanks
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So profound, Paul. On many levels I yearn for release too. God is great and he will never forsake us. Beautifully written. 🙂
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thanks dearly, celestine
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Somehow I did not get a notice about this poem: I wish I had because it is a lamentation of Biblical proportion, competing with any of David’s dark Psalms of despair. It is God’s silence in the face of our petitions that in the end will prove, against reason, God’s presence alongside us. Grace & Peace . . .
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thank you, pastor
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So stark and unrelieved, yet beautiful.
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“stark and unrelieved” is apt
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Words felt deep in my bones, thank you. Suffering is a condition most of us bear, each day and season, each of us differ in the part and intensity. I gave up trying to fathom a superior being’s interest in such pains. The design and intelligence of our universe, I think, is beyond our scope of comprehension. But I hope you feel better anyway!!
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I appreciate your thoughtful comments
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