When I was a boy,
I waited for the music to die.
And when the last tears were shed
by the the alter-call regulars,
I would wait.
And when the pastor's blessing
somehow brought closure
to the "holier" part of the day,
I would wait.
I would wait for the friendliest
member at our church to submit
to the pleading
of her husband ('s appetite).
"On that note" she would say,
"I think it's time for some
friiiiieeed chicken!"
(to which her husband
approved religiously).
I would wait until the sanctuary door
had no one else
to swing it open
(or shut it).
Until the lights were killed
and all that was left
was me and the
sun's donation
of slanted beams
through stain-glassed windows.
I would wait
for You to come.
And You always did.
Time has robbed me of my wonder;
growing up is no friend to those who
chase after stars
but on nights like these
I find myself waiting
until neighborhood car lights
stop frequenting my window;
until the dogs quit their barking.
Until my thoughts wear themselves out,
and all that's left
is me
waiting for You
to lean in
and remind me
that no matter what happens,
You will always be there
waiting.
Please tell me what you think
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*deep stillness*
You have no clue what...how... I... to what depth this reaches, all the way over here on this end...
no clue... :' )
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Very nice.
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wow
this is truly a beautiful piece of poetry beautiful in every way! -
As always, every word you pen is a beauty in itself.
I'll miss reading your poetry. Never doubt that.
Goodbye, sweet Claide.
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Wow. I have often told you that I admire you for how strong your faith is. I love the rhythm. And the way the eigth verse states that despite how sucky life can be, God is always there for you.
I haven't talked to you in so long, I miss you!
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omg i read this before and didnt think it was you!!
its definatly an interesting voice from you. i'd like to see more... -
nice. very nice. There are a few images that I specially like that really add to the poem, like the "sun's donations, and plus you really play on memories to bring out the beauty of this. Nice job!
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yeah, it's beautiful.
and there's nothing to say other than that. i'm glad to see you here again.
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This is beautiful. Simply, unspeakably beautiful. I haven't read a piece this honest and heartfelt from you in a very long time. I have not read anything from you in general in a long time, but especially of this caliber. This is lovely and haunting. Exquisite work!
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