Being a preacher's son
I was marinated in faith.
and now I see that preacher,
my father-
slowly sucked dry of knowledge
of who I am, and who he is.
I have prayed all my life
and the answers to my sometimes urgent requests
have ended up being bettor's odds-
fifty-fifty.
The promises I was given
by all the ministers in my life-
empty.
The beliefs I had
that God answers prayers-
disillusioned.
I have to wonder
does God have a plan,
evidence of a cruel streak?
Or did He just leave town?
Author notes
Option no.3.
breedluv
I think any explanation would be redundant, but I'm always up for discussion.
A contest entry
- Decisions Decisions by Dalaney.
1150 points, ended August 20, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Indeed, interesting to hear this from the son of a preacher, and having read it, i find myself wodnering what kind of preacher your father was ; he brings up images of those that instilled a deep fear, and belief of god in their children - the children being too afraid NOT to believe in case of what might happen, which is such a shame, a terrible shame, and yet - i cannot help but agree with your questions of what were his plans, does he have a cruel streak ; it's a infathomable question, and we could sit here all day discussing it but - i fear i will run out of commentary space if i do, so probably best not.
well written, provided a good read; best of luck
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-amazinly awesome in every way
-i like the 3rd stanza the most.
-"The beliefs I had
that God answers prayers-
disillusioned." <--beautiful
-"does God have a plan,
evidence of a cruel streak?
Or did He just leave town?" i think he never existed
i hope you do well in WAHRevolution's contest
(i think you'll get at least a silver)
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Very good view here, it's cool, to hear this view from a son of a preacher. It's also innocent and not a scream at religion, it's questions that imply an observation, not an opinion or bias. Very well written, and it's creative. I like the last stanza best, and I say this- Its because he never was in town. He was never existant. What does your dad think about your questioning?
I liked this piece a lot,
Good luck in the contest
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In answer to your question-my father was always forthright and understanding about my doubts. He was not your typical Southern Baptist minister. I put him through a lot of hard times, and he was a wonderful father and a good man. I think it would upset him too much now to show my doubts to him. He would try to reach out and comfort, and worry about it, and I want his only lucid thoughts to be happy ones. It really is a sad thing to watch him go, and this poem is my attempt to reconcile his God with the God that I see at this moment. Thank you for your comment.
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I too am the son of a pastor.
And I find your poem very interesting. -
Ah I can imagine it very difficult to be a preacher's son. Pretty sad, but very truthful. Sometimes you can't help but wonder those things. I love the blunt honesty about this peice. Thanks for entering and good luck
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Beautiful bronze work , here.
Between your work and mine, obviously we are a bunch of spiritual, but religiously delusioned poets here.
Well writ.
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Congrats & thanks for sharing ~ I gave up on organized religion due to the same empty promises. I still retain my faith despite the "bettor's odds"
Great read,
Poesy -
oooh this is very depressing, just plain sad. When people lost faith but can't find anywhere else to put it is hard.
I won't buy into the controversy of this because faith and religion is personal so there really is no point in me even daring to dream of "correcting" you. Besides, I'm not a christain myself..
Fantastic write.
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A very powerful slice of your life ...
I saw him leave four years ago and I'm pretty sure it was a one way ticket.
All the best
Sue
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Excellent
Free verse and contraversial AND gutzy honest!! Bravo
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I wonder the same thing sometimes...
Hell most of the time.
Good poetry here
♥Becky♥
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