When the world was a stormy anguish,
the love of my father demanded a perfection
a gating of his own demons and fears --
you lived in the wood behind my house.
When I was ready to know everything,
my experiences were only large enough
to have hope spooned into them --
I found you in the stars dancing
between streetlights as I wandered home.
When the world became a tsunami
against my island of dreams,
I was hiding in adult behaviors
a child having to be a warrior in the land --
I stopped listening in the stillness for your light.
I became a lightening rod for the fears
always circling in the clouds just in sight.
I found ways to save others at the ruin of myself.
Began to spit the blood of my despair on my past.
Declared the promise of wise words the craft
magic provided by charlatans who preyed on hope.
The only light came from my experience
when you swooped in as I was about to fall
upon swords of nay sayers or rocks at the bottom
of the false lands of my misplaced schemes.
Love is not always a kind word but often a sharp
awakening from illusion, a breath when ones own is gone.
When I could once again trust silence,
surrender to the faith within me,
You spoke into me and fed me so the hollow was gone.
I have learned to seek you where ever I be
and speak to you as I see. Most of all
I have learned you never left. I did.
When I listen for the love, It is here for me.
When I accept your wisdom, I am free.
My bravery and faith are yours.
I speak not from a belief.
I speak from knowledge
the experience
Your love is
all I need.
1:40 PM
01/04/09
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
Prompt:
"Oh God ! please open your door and bless me with your love...Unknown."
When I admit: I have nothing, I am given everything.
A contest entry
- and bless me... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended January 10, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
Comments
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Yes this journey is invisible and the attainment of it is also invisible..your poetry here makes of that of the feelings..well done..
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While where we are going is oft' a mystery, where we have been unfolds behind us into a fog of memories. Learning to bring light to shadows begins with learning to walk to the well for water and forgeting enough about yourself to carry it back for the flowers in your life. Self awareness and blessings begin when you can carry the water back for an enemy and be glad you did.
Thanks much for the shinny award. May you have felt as much joy in giving as I did in the receiving.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Wow..From Way Down Deep
The Gifts of the Spirit, (here)* speak loudly and clear with trumpets and bagpipes and *Profound Words*, "I know I will meet you in Heaven one day".
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Thanks. My spirituality is woven deeply into the fabric of my life. It is not a belief. For a belief is based upon some form of reason and my faith was not born of reason but blossomed from my experience in living. It is much who I am as I am myself. Again my thanks.
Love, Tom B.
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Inspirational Words of Piety
HE is always there, everywhere in the trees, stars, the air we breathe...and you captured me with each word...You piety is just beautiful even when you were young and in wonderment..HE was with you...always.....an excellent write for this contest.....
novy
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It took a long time and things such as friends pointing to the spirituality they found in my poems, plus other stuff -- for me to acknowledge that I lived a life of faith. I am not a deeply religious person. Not that there is not a lot to be learned from different religions, I just don't do well in the confines of one. But my experience tells me from a large variety of different paradigmns and paths that there is but one God. I will leave it at that.
Thanks for all the kind words, but it takes one to see one, so these kindness are but a reflection of who you are as well as a gift to me. May your days dance with joy.
Love, Tom B.
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I thinks we all lose him at some point in our lives, the nice thing is he never loses sight of us. When we think or pray again, he will be the constant reminder that we live inside his church and he sees all and will be there when we call again.
C
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We are but gifts to one another. God knows this. True gifts only become real when they are shared. Sharing is in the giving of thanks and all He has ever asked is our thanks.
Love, Tom B.
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This was so beautiful, every word spoken from the heart.
I will not elaborate because this is a true gift to read.
hugs
~Lisa~
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I can only give thanks as a reply.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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my experience is;
For all things are opened up
to them
that seek the Lord
with the whole heart,
for the read, I thank you.
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My experience adds: you are chosen weither you want to be or not. see Jonah.
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some are, some are not.
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