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Heavenly Mother

Kidnapped

  1. Where have you gone, I ask again; my memories now lost.
  2. They stole you, hid you, while I slept—a ransom without cost.
  3. Your photos burned, your words destroyed, your voice I can’t replay.
  4. The distance grows between us now, increasing with each day.
  5. I want to see and talk with you; they tell me that I can’t.
  6. I long to feel warm in your arms, the comfort of your hands.
  7. I cry, I call, I wish, I pray, convinced that it’s in vain.
  8. It’s for your good, they justify; they cannot see the pain.
  9. Let us go down to make a home wherein our children dwell.
  10. A garden fresh to please the heart and wondrous fragrance smell
  11. And let us make them just like us, he you and she like me.
  12. Then give them choice, watch them partake; the truth shall make them free.
  13. I’ll visit them when they have left, “Behold, my b’loved son.”
  14. But I’ll retreat with broken heart when he gasps, “It is done.”
  15. I’ll touch their hearts; speak to their souls, comfort them and guide.
  16. I’ll reach past chains and gags and locks, with every ounce I’ll try.
  17. I do not think you’d leave me here, abandoned and alone.
  18. I’m sure your captors have you gagged upon your vaulted throne.
  19. The words you once had spoke to us, they’ve long since now destroyed.
  20. They make up myths to convince us, your absence a decoy.
  21. They put you on a pedestal to keep you out of reach.
  22. Protect your name, or so they say; your purity they bleach.
  23. But you are strong and wise and brave, far from a maiden fair.
  24. And heart and soul and spirit shout that I’ve a mother there.
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Faith crisis poetry

Abandoned Strings

  1. The hand within or up above directs each action fake:
  2. Each word, each nod, each praise of joy, whate’er the master makes.
  3. Bow the head, fold the arms, expound, and testify,
  4. Say yes, say no, arm to the square, and never question why.
  5. Shushed and limp, no life inside, fifteen million strong.
  6. A sleight of hand awakens them to join the lockstep throng—
  7. Defend, sustain, endorse, uphold—accept the master’s hand.
  8. No voice, no mind, no heart without the revelation’s strand.
  9. Stuck in a cage—for years on end—in cold and confined form
  10. Until the master comes with keys and says, “You must perform”.
  11. ’Neath whip and chair under the tent, to jump, and run, and beg
  12. Before the congregation hushed; each rote and rite obeyed.
  13. Fly through the hoops and beg for fish; baptize them with the splash
  14. Dive down so deep, jump up so high—a calculated flash.
  15. Dance for the pipes, climb up the mount; the strait and narrow trod
  16. With leash and chains and shackles, too, tied to an iron rod.
  17. But some find out the gate’s not locked and open it with faith
  18. And courage, too—a cautious step, despite the pressure great
  19. To stay onboard, repeat refrains, and overload the shelf
  20. Where will you go? I do not know, but go there as myself.
  21. And there’s the stage, empty now, reluctant there to climb.
  22. A word, a no, a lonely shout, autonomous this time
  23. Cry prayers, see heav’n, eat at the feast, with fervour praises sing
  24. An agent now, to act with choice; alas, abandoned strings.
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Faith crisis poetry

Digging

  1. Just keep digging, digging, digging.
  2. Dirt still falling, falling, falling.
  3. Top keeps rising, rising, rising.
  4. Voice still calling, calling, calling.
  5. Hole keeps growing, growing, growing.
  6. Arms still aching, aching, aching.
  7. Sweat keeps dripping, dripping, dripping.
  8. Legs still shaking, shaking, shaking.
  9. Eyes keep fighting, fighting, fighting.
  10. Lungs still gasping, gasping, gasping.
  11. Heart keep trying, trying, trying.
  12. Voice still rasping, rasping, rasping.
  13. Fingers clawing, clawing, clawing.
  14. Muscles stinging, stinging, stinging.
  15. Ears keep ringing, ringing, ringing.
  16. Just keep digging, digging, digging.
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Faith crisis poetry

Black and White

  1. Weak and might, dim and bright.
  2. Peace and fight, day and night.
  3. Loose and tight, dark and light.
  4. Walk and flight, black and white.
  5. Black and white are simple, see?
  6. Wrong for you, and right for me.
  7. Black and white’s an easy choice,
  8. Helps to justify my voice.
  9. Black and white are options two:
  10. Yours is false, and mine is true.
  11. Black and white’s a myth, okay?
  12. ’Cause inbetween’s a tonne of grey.
  13. Accepting grey develops love.
  14. No one beneath, no one above.
  15. Just side by side in common goal.
  16. In mind, and might, and heart, and soul.
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Faith crisis poetry

Fall of the Mountain

  1. Climbed the mountain one more time, a desert found instead.
  2. Drawing deep from in the well, its water long since dead.
  3. Wand’ring to and running fro, for water and for bread,
  4. Starving, thirsty, seeking with a mouth all cracked and bled.
  5. Compass pointing to the north, and south, and east, and west.
  6. Rhombus—once a square—appears, askew and quite compressed.
  7. Soul and body, once nourished, now nothing to digest
  8. Standing, sitting—kneeling, too—collectively confess.
  9. A grip, a shake, a sign, a name; a swipe across the brow;
  10. A leaf, a cup, an ear, a tree; a drop atop the crown.
  11. Hearken. Yes. A bowing head. Hands up, and then hands down.
  12. Climbing up, and to the core, once smiling, now a frown.
  13. Watching from the valley great the mountain as it falls:
  14. Gold and silver, brass and clay, demolished by a ball.
  15. No warning shout, no sounding trump, no watchmen on the wall.
  16. Like a thief in darkest night, the stealth will shock us all.
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Faith crisis poetry

Familiar Dance

  1. Comfort in the shadows dark, but longing for the sun.
  2. Try—again—to find some rest, yet itching for a run.
  3. Wallowing in soothing mud, but desperate for a bath.
  4. Labouring for footsteps pure while on the dusty path.
  5. Scrubbing hard these crimson clothes to make them snowy white,
  6. Yet in the brightness of the day, impatient for pitch night.
  7. Attracted to the beauty, yet the ugly pulls the heart:
  8. The comfort of the thorny crown, the sweetness of the tart.
  9. A step ahead, a step right back, retreat, and then advance.
  10. Hide. Go seek. Tag, I’m it. A familiar dance.
  11. Your whole self in, your whole self out, then turn yourself around.
  12. Once was blind, now cannot see; once lost, no longer found.
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Faith crisis poetry

Flying to Space

  1. Flying to space while anchored to ground
  2. Wishing for silence but drawn to the sound
  3. Sailing the ocean while anchored to bay
  4. Wanting to shout with nothing to say
  5. Climbing a mount yet nowhere to hold
  6. Craving for heat but frozen in cold
  7. Running a race yet stuck in your stance
  8. Hoping to rest but forced to still dance
  9. Eating a feast with no dish in sight
  10. Longing to love but desparate to fight
  11. Swimming the lake with feet on the shore
  12. Aching for less while settling for more
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Faith crisis poetry

Confrication

  1. The striking of flint on the cold, toughened steel.
  2. The crushing of leaves under hard, booted heel.
  3. The pounding of waves on the soft, golden sand.
  4. The scraping of wind over dry, barren land.
  5. The wearing of chalk on the smooth, weathered slate.
  6. The squealing of hinge swinging rusty, old gate.
  7. The grinding of teeth on crisp, tender food.
  8. The scratching sandpaper over rough, troubled wood.
  9. The smoothing of iron on wrinkled, creased fold.
  10. The scorching of fire ’round raw, filthy gold.
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Faith crisis poetry

As Years Crawl By

  1. The seconds tick slowly by, each one into the next,
  2. Bringing in another wave, with seeming no effect.
  3. But seconds turn to hours, and hours turn to days,
  4. Then weeks, and months, and years go by, and time does get its way.
  5. The strongest stone, erect and sure, so firmly on the shore
  6. Starts losing once the first wave hits—won’t ever win the war.
  7. Those waves pound on, day in and out, unstopped by human hand;
  8. That rock, so sound and true, becomes a beach of conquered sand.
  1. The water starts—just one small drop—down the mountain side.
  2. Joining with some others now, a trickle starts to glide.
  3. It forges on, ’round roots and rocks, push grains and specks aside.
  4. Leaves smooth and easy trails behind for coming drops as guides.
  5. As time goes on—the years crawl by—that trickle takes no rest.
  6. It carved a scar so long and deep upon the mountain’s breast.
  7. That trickle was a brook one day, a creek, and then a stream.
  8. And now a river it’s become, a mighty force it seems.
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Faith crisis poetry

The Dying Fire

  1. Humming bees, singing birds, the sun high in the sky.
  2. A burning fire, deep and old, within the heart did lie.
  3. A sojourn in the desert land, maturing of a rose.
  4. Returning home, out again, the grassland he had chose.
  5. There he planted, firm and sure, growing as an oak.
  6. Some bending here and swaying there, but not even once had broke.
  7. Then to the mount to seek the light, one day he felt to try.
  8. He made the climb, found the light, descended, said goodbye.
  9. But then, a flash! He buckled down: smitten, beaten, sore.
  10. He gasped for breath—bruised, in pain—and begged from on the floor.
  11. No one came, no helping hand—just abandoned and alone.
  12. And there he sat, for weeks and months, forgotten, as a stone.
  13. No humming bees. No singing birds. No light to linger on.
  14. Just fire, soap, chaff, and dross. The pearl, in darkness, gone.