Tuesday, November 9, 2010

A Psalm


I.
Unsayable and unformed prayers
Carom off of hope and dread
Until there is no part of my being
That doesn't commune with God


II.
By day I see your face
In the crowd around me
By night I am wracked
By doubt and insignificance


III.
The dark swallows
Communion and joy
But in the morning hope
Perches by my bedroom door


IV.
I will close my eyes
And dream of the ones
Who love me and
The One who loves me


V.
Come morning I will
Take hope's hand
Once more.


This is a One Shot Wednesday poem.
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19 comments:

  1. Tess KincaidNovember 9, 2010 at 10:50 PM

    Oh, this is beautiful. I love the notion of hope perching on the bedroom door.

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  2. moondustwriterNovember 9, 2010 at 10:52 PM

    the dark really does swallow our hope and replaces with despair.

    Thanks for the beautiful progression through our day and night

    Moon Smiles

    thanks for sharing with One Shot

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  3. altar egoNovember 9, 2010 at 11:18 PM

    Thinking of you during this dark and light time of waiting.

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  4. AnonymousNovember 9, 2010 at 11:41 PM

    I like the last stanza and think it could stand alone, with maybe just a little more sensory input before it.

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  5. ReflectionsNovember 10, 2010 at 1:29 AM

    Love the idea of hope pearching, ready and waiting for...

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  6. AngelaNovember 10, 2010 at 2:20 AM

    Never insignificant, not even a moment long. Always loved and sheltered! Even when things look dark. We are all here, knowing the same doubts and worries, but sit with you and sing your psalm!

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  7. ArgentNovember 10, 2010 at 5:12 AM

    Very nice - I too like the darkness and the light alternating in this.

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  8. TitusNovember 10, 2010 at 5:14 AM

    Great one shot!

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  9. SouthLakesMomNovember 10, 2010 at 6:01 AM

    Breath-catching in its beauty.

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  10. Gerry SnapeNovember 10, 2010 at 6:51 AM

    Hope maketh not ashamed.
    love that little bitty line...hold it close to me!

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  11. Brian MillerNovember 10, 2010 at 7:32 AM

    nice. i love the honesty in the second stanza...i feel that at times...but hope perching...its what i live for. smiles.

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  12. ellen abbottNovember 10, 2010 at 9:13 AM

    nice! They're almost like haikus.

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  13. SuzNovember 10, 2010 at 9:41 AM

    hope perching on my bedroom door,waiting for the new day
    I liked that too

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  14. Myrna R.November 10, 2010 at 10:36 AM

    I love the mornings when hope awaits me. But then there is the darkness swallowing it sometimes. Your poem describes this duality so well.

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  15. AnonymousNovember 10, 2010 at 11:33 AM

    Oh, beautiful! I love it, the verses separate and yet whole. The first one, in its essence, is to me reminiscent of Rumi...

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  16. BubbaNovember 10, 2010 at 2:36 PM

    Interesting how you broke this into five parts, yet the flow is continuous. Neat One Shot, Bug!

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  17. The BugNovember 10, 2010 at 4:31 PM

    Angela & Anne - you're so sweet. Thanks for your kind words!

    gospelwriter - I wrote the first stanza in the morning & couldn't think what to put with it. Then I wrote the rest last night. Thanks for the Rumi compliment (which is how I take it).

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  18. AnonymousNovember 10, 2010 at 6:26 PM

    Just beautiful, Bug.

    Reminds me of...

    "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."

    Keeping you in my thoughts.

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  19. Shashidhar SharmaNovember 11, 2010 at 7:14 AM

    This is a beautiful poetry. I enjoyed is so much... thanks for sharing...


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