In the chaos of self obsession’s circus
and all the clamor from our vanity cymbals
we become a clap trap serenade of indulgence,
until silence comes with such deafening dismay,
ripping through our clattering solo of lusts,
suddenly, our world’s music of preoccupation
is smothered by the numbing stillness
aware we are not life’s only composer.
Falling so deeply into a blackness within,
soul shrouded by the lairs of consuming spiritual darkness,
at last in circumstance’s canyon being trapped,
when eyes stop wandering in quest for our perfect harmony,
losing the focus on one’s own special grandiose melody,
finally able hear the booming sound of Heaven’s presence.
How it comes in a whisper from God’s breath,
gently brushing the tingling wind chimes of our ego,
wherein we stop to listen instead of boast.
Learning to accept the sky truly has its own voice,
one that was there all along,
missed in the march of arrogance.
It is only when we can cease singing our own greatness,
being forced by a power beyond ourselves,
which happens during the debilitating of our stagnant reliance,
there comes the capacity to cherish a celestial choir of clarity,
because some thicket of trial snared our raiment of control,
bringing a halt to our dance towards our own paradise,
able to pause long enough to recognize
this world is not our playground nor kingdom,
but a landscape tilled and lovingly tended by divine hands.
Author notes
Encountering odds sometimes
embraces theism in folds
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write 25 to 30 lines about the essence of the theme
A contest entry
- Encountering odds--- by Purush.
550 points, ended March 16, 5 entries
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I can't stop raving about this one, hope this isn't getting boring,LOL
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This is beautiful
You have written another masterpiece here, A captivating read, and so true
David -
Beautifully done
Very profound and deep, so many powerful idea's here
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Learning to accept the sky truly has its own voice,
one that was there all along,
missed in the march of arrogance.
nicely drafted verse
All the best in my contes -
a wonderful write full of great depth and meaning throughout good luvk in the contest
maralisa
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"clap trap serenade of indulgence,"
Loved that phrase, and, I've often felt that the holy spirit in fact guides my fingers to write some of my poetry. Just a thought.
Wonderful thought provoking piece friend.
All the best,
mj.
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Wow! My Dear Brother this is amazing! What a great job you did on this one! I love every word of it! Great job!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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