Looking up, endlessly up
on this stormy night.
staring at the raging sky.
I know
Up there, somewhere beyond the tempest, beyond the fury, lies peace.
It's waiting.
Up there, somewhere past the raging thunder, lies a power greater than ourselves.
It's hoping.
Up there, above the anger and imperfection, lies heaven.
It's calling.
It's calling after me.
I hear it's call. I cannot run.
Jesus is knocking at my door.
And this longing
Longing inside of my heart
Tells me:
Reach for the knob.
I do.
He steps inside of my heart
A wave of satisfaction washes over me.
I am
free.
I look up. Endlessly up.
The sky is cleared, and the sun is shining.
Author notes
I know this is not very good and I would really really like honest critique. I don't mind if you tear it apart. Tell me honestly what you think of it.
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I think the message of this poem is excellent and you see very far, farther than most people ever think to look. I see some spelling problems, endlessly is spelled two different ways, line three I think you mean 'at' instead of 'and'. In the second stanza I was a bit confused by the idea of heaven being 'amidst' anger and imperfection. Perhaps 'above' or a similar word would work better
Love the ending, Bravo!
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