Oh God
you sanctified us the illumination
yet we misplaced the pilot light
you identify us by your sophistry
and we can't do this
this is the only infer of relinquishing you
making us the nonconformist
deviating from our classification
though you are sensory for our existing stature
but how would you take us in your self-glory?
and how would we tussle to breakthrough you
is the contemplation confessed
Oh God...
Author notes
Prompt..
'Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
'Tis the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, -- you're straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.'
Emily Dickinson
(1830–86)
To me the prompt says that ..God has given us the light of HIS own world..but we have lost the light..though God is quite competent to recognize us even when we are lost..but as a lost person..we can't see the God's light..now it is the tussle for us as the lost person to know and meet him HIM back..and how we would do it..?
A contest entry
- I. LIFE by Naridill.
800 points, ended January 31, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The picture was quite humorous. As for the right there is a massive amount of in depth metaphors. I read it twice so I could more understand this but I think this one will have me thinking for the rest of the day. Awesome work.
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I think the prompt gifted you something personal and reflective, as this piece has that tone with in it. Very inspiring.
Thanks for entering,
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I think you took something important from the prompt and turned it so well into your own words my friend
well done 
Cindy
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Your writing here presents the continuing struggle for us to rise above circumstance and remain faithful to the lover and creator of our souls...Always love reading your words. Peace, and best of luck in the contest. Rhonda
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