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If not for grace...
Oh Lord, what of all those quiet times,
When I’m scared,
When I’m losing my mind,
When I start but don’t finish,
When I search but don’t find.
How long can a master piece run from it’s master?
How long can a symphony linger in the mind?
How long before this life drifts from existence?
How long before the visionaries turn blind?
To be lonely I fear most,
Isolated yet exposed,
To the harsh tongue of the accuser,
Yet with righteousness I’m clothed.
Hold me, Daddy hold me,
My comforter and friend,
Hold me, tightly hold me,
On you alone I depend,
Paradoxes,
Contradictions,
Vain pursuits
Quizzical expressions,
Fleeting glimpses,
Consuming passions
Blurred at the edges though definably separate
Mood swings, cyclical syndromes,
Renewed but not established,
Hypocrisy, inconsistency,
Not wanting to drag others down with me,
Pushing them away,
It’s a process, an ongoing practice session,
If not for grace…
Comments
its absolutely stunning Andrew! love this!!
well written Andrew!!!!- Ushna
Thank you Sir. Startlingly honest representation of stages in real life. May God bless the searcher on their quest.
Smiling, just smiling
God has got to be smiling down on you…I know I am.
Great writing. I just love your mind.
Excellent Andrew!!! Congratulations on being featured this week in the Light In The Darkness group!!!
Congratulations for having this lovely work Featured in the Group A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS! 26 Oct 2008
Great work Andrew, and congratulations!
You write what is part of us all… “If not for grace”…Many times over I have said these same words…Bless your heart… :O)
Andrew, your poem is so touching. It brings us into our recognizable loneliness, and sees the universal need in all of us to be connected to others. It shows such depth and talent, I hope you realize this may be the reason we are all here for brief moments of time, to share these world of enlightenment.
Hardcore and honest and lovely. I’m glad there’s grace too.