Lost in meditation of another agony
in hope of joy or pain or love,
but nothing is there as aeons pass,
or so it seems
I pray but blank walls appear
my prayer rejected, unheard,
lost in the dark dank night
unraveler by the swooning dawn
Mother Teresa suffered too
a world unknowing uncaring for her pain
in losing touch with the Godhead
just as her namesake endured
redounding useless prayer, lost,
no heartsease.
Conjoined by name the two at peace
we pray for them to pray for us
who also find a blank wall against
our soul's pleadings.
A contest entry
- Second Image by PhoenixFox.
700 points, ended September 12, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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Yes. I can see this in the image. I liked your take on the contest picture that was given. Normally, finding words in a poem that I do not recognize causes me to lose the train of thought as I try and figure out what was meant. Having to look up three words in your poem was fine for some reason. It didn't detract from the piece. I loved the ending! Thanks for entering.
~ Phoenix
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poignant. beautiful write.
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