I've learned a song that echoes through the mind
and permeates the waters of my soul
like whale-song echoes through the teeming seas
release came sifting down through redwood hues,
a mantra made of incandescent light,
a prayer: "God, what can I do for you?"
It whispers even now within my chest
dispelling many harbored pains and doubts
and permeates the waters of my soul
with rays that shimmer on the motes of mood.
Soft as hidden webs cast on the wind,
release came sifting down through redwood hues.
My will was petrified beneath the strain
of heavy fears, imaginary needs.
Dispelling many harbored pains and doubts,
an understanding settled soft as dew
and kissed the nape of my uncertain neck,
a prayer: "God, what can I do for you?"
A life of loss, betrayal, emptiness
has fixed in me a shattered ego full
of heavy fears, imaginary needs.
How many times I've carved the night with pleas,
yet in the torment of my last defeat
release came sifting down through redwood hues.
An ever-present message bearing failure
in undulating waves of resonance
has fixed in me a shattered ego full
with dreads that haunt a realm of inner gloom.
Yet inspiration works to free me through
a prayer: "God, what can I do for you?"
With nothing left to lose beyond my breath,
I've learned a song that echoes through the mind
in undulating waves of resonance
like whale-song echoes through the teeming seas.
Let go, resounds an answer through my heart,
abandon all despair who enter here—
Release came sifting down through redwood hues,
a prayer: "God, what can I do for you?"
Author notes
A third-step poem: Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood God.
to learn more about the hybridanelle: allpoetry.com/Column/1086828/all=1
Written June 25th, 2006
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Intimate, amazing!
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This is so beautiful. It is so true. We need to ask that question more. You have inspired me today. I love this more than words can say. That wasn't meant to rhyme. I love this truly.
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Dag nab it Erin, I've already clicked on this once and here I am doing it again. I thought that this was something new. Well, that happens when a person has a case of senioritis(yeah, I like making up words)
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I really must stop reading your work Erin.
Every time I look here I am humbled by the elaboarate structures so skilfully crafted with nary a superfluous word and all linking together so skilfully to deliver a meaningful message.
On a site of such varied quality of offerings, yours are consistently rich and rewarding.
I suppose I will have to indulge my masochistic tendencies and keep returning if you are going to keep writing.
Thank you for sharing your efforts.
Jim
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You Inspire
I feel like an official dumb ass now...I thought Surrender was the movie that is being advertised..sorry...this is great.
I had my hopes up through the entire poem thinking it was about you but you can't hope for too much these days..
This is my favorite yet...reminds me of the time I was saved.
Reading this brought back the entire experience...thank you..
You still inspire no matter what the subject matter is...
I believe that was my first comment on your work was that "you inspire"...and you still do of course...
You are in my prayers Mr. Thomas...
Love ya'!
KAY
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Sought through prayer and meditation...
Dear Erin,
Has it been so long that I've read one of your things? I just loved the Paradise Lost reversal!
I've liked so many of your things from before, but this one is really terrific, let me tell you!
Regards to Mrs............
John
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Amazing
I should check out what hybridanelle looks like
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yes, the narrator has found a way, yet again--and it's the same way as the the last time he found it, and the time before that, and the time before that. asking for god's compassionate guidance, and the strength and the will to carry it out. everything has changed. let's see what the manager of the stars comes up with next.
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This is a most enjoyable poem to read. It has that music that I look for in a good poem. The rhythm and word usage meld so sweetly to form a memorable poem.
There is a feeling of relieved acceptance in this poem. The "narrator" has found a way, (which brings peace), to cope with the vicissitudes of life. -
Wow Erin you guys have been busy haven't you. Still haven't really studied this form of poetry but I will, one day
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