Firey tongue
descends, then
back to God wherein,
whisperings come
to me in desperate
delirium.
Layers, lifted
one by
one
like stacks of clouds
sliced in two
spatial curtain draws
mirrors open
there I am-
in You.
Author notes
I'm not a writer in haste. Many edits before judging.
A contest entry
- Skinny Dipping by Danna Hobart.
375 points, ended September 21, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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hummmm... i like this. makes you think. when it all comes down to it, god sees you and knows you inspite of everything and including everything. when all is simplified, you are his. i love it!
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oh yea... especially;
"whisperings come
to me in desperate
delirium."
that hit me hard... wonderful wonderful !
loved it ~
~ wendy
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Interesting take on the prompt. Thanks for entering.
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excellent
Each person completes the poem of the other / bringing the experiences of both to its fruition.
While one / may see 'humility in facing G*D / I see the Dadaist absurdity of life in the reflections of the artistic movement of the 1920's. Your 'writing holds up in both genre's. Well done.
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"like stacks of clouds
sliced in two"
You are so possessed of a great talent and a wonderful insight into things spiritual. What a refreshing write. I love it.
Garrison
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We are all given to this earth by God, and his love is always there. The thing I like the best here is the "layers" and "stacks of clouds."
Hope all is well with you, dear, Cookie.
~Joyce
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Humbling
Cookie, This is one of those kinds of poems where it reflects a message of being humbled before the Lord.
Where you are brought to conviction or made aware
you need to pray and how his love is there through sin.
Showing his mercy once again upon the flaws of self and the touch of his heart and yours in Spirit. Love you.
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