In a time of endless struggle
In a time of constant strife
When the pain was overwhelming
Tired, so tired was I of life
Sleepless nights had held me captive
Days of agony abound
In the darkness of my torment
From the distance came a sound
'Twas a still, small voice of trumpets
Softly, softly, did they play
Calling from across the valley
Clear the mind and let it stray
To the fields of peaceful visions
Where the better spirits rest
Souls no longer lost to wander
Those who've passed their mortal test
Am I mad, a mind in turmoil
Broken, beaten by duress
Driven to hallucination
Made insane by my distress
Or is this the song of freedom
Casting off of worldly chains
And I close my eyes and listen
To those faintly heard refrains
'Twas the still, small voice of trumpets
Played by God to call me home
Where my tears are shed no longer
Nevermore alone to roam
And I see the Angels waiting
To their blessed arms I race
There to dwell in peace forever
Held within my Lords embrace
Author notes
Spiritual
A contest entry
- Spirituality by Talking Toni and IndividualEleven. by IndividualEleven.
1400 points, ended March 28, 2007, 20 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - So You Think You Have Soul?? by Trixie08.
300 points, ended September 2, 182 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Christian Lyrics by californiagirl.
1200 points, ended November 20, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Nature and Spirituality by EternalMemory.
600 points, ended May 3, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
1 - 22 of 22
-
kinda not my topic but immaculately done nice one!
-
This told a nice story, but perhaps as a suggestion, you could put a little more detail on the positive aspect; just to balance it out?
Thanks for entering. -
i have to catch my breath
you are outstanding
-
You did a great job with this. It was beautiful and your honesty was vital to the piece. Thanks so much for your entry and good luck!
-
we all get weary.....................
or at least I do -quite often!!! You did a wonderful job opening up and expressing your most inner feelings! He will revealhimsef to you and bring light to your darkest hour just keep seeking!!!!Thanks for entering our contest and good luck to you!!!~~Jacen & Toni~~ -
Outstanding
Man! You are a real poet. Talented, talented, talented. --Ellis -
I'm just breathless. One word; WOW amazing poem. Keep up this excellent work cause I hope to read more.
-
A wonderful poem - No comment . . . just admiration - Albert.
-
And, this poem reminds me of my friend William Mae's poetry...you may like it. He is on here somewhere...
peace, Kelly -
AMEN!!!
All will be healed in the Lord...and He is coming...Peace, Kelly -
The summons of the trumpet, which you faintly hear is calling you to the battle that is joined. Strap on your armor, Ephesians 6, learn to use it, you are badly needed. The pain you are facing is qualifying you to lead others through similar times. No pain is wasted with God. His plan is still to use you to reach others.
-
nice this pice was raly neat and i have to agree with baileysgrammy the flow was jast absolutely amazing well keep up the good wark ps sory about my spelling i cant help it
sam out -
Awesome write - the flow was absolutely perfect. I really enjoyed this.
-
This is stunning. It certainly does paint a peaceful picture of when our spirits leave and return to the Lord. Excellently done!
-
lovely
this is lovely, touching, beautiful, all wrapped up into one big taco of goodness. i love poems about the rapture, etc. so good job. -
This is very beautiful and so sad and full of destress. I really enjoyed reading it. The flow and rhyme of it just went so well that the content of the poem was portrayed even more. Great job!
-
You know this poem is a bit like me, I am suffering with cancer right now, and I wait to hear those trumpets play, for the angels to arrive and take me home, alas every morning I wake, maybe to a new struggle but at least I wake, things will look brighter, take one day at a time and smile, it's amazing what it can do...
Much love and light
Karen -
okay.. I've had it with the sadness and death stuff.. when you have to watch the cowboys play, and you're dressed in a cowboy shirt, a cowboy hat and the socks too.. and they lose so big..then you can be unhappy.
Edited on Dec 18, 7:56 p.m. because 'I forgot to applaud'. -
this is pretty but it is sad too. i liked reading it a lot and you made it feel very real.
-
lovely
Great work, reminds me of psalms, works of songs which forever lost their lovely song, but still hold beauty that sways even the strong. Lovely piece of work, keep up the great write's ... -
I really liked this poem. Trumpets are meant for salvation, when Jesus returns to get his people. persevere. He will surely help you. And when we are all ready, we will hear that trumpet blow and we will be ready to go home.
Edited on Dec 18, 7:41 p.m. because ''. -
No dear, it is not time to go home yet. You have much left to do.
This is a beautiful penning but so very sad. I hope all is well with you. 
~Lyrical
Adding your comment:
1 - 22 of 22
