Weary on a mind quest
I hear you
cry out
in the wilderness
your need to be alone -
trapped within your mind
and reeling
somersaults
no will to roam
………………………………………………you cry out
………………………………………………in your bewilderness!
………………………………………………NO! No! Not yet! I’m healing
………………………………………………enter quietly
let the pain subside inside
this mind that has no walls
to keep conflicting worlds apart,
or demons
fading art
or loss
A budding beam of precious light
cuts through my mind with speed
too bright!
and moves too swiftly
through dark Hades night
too swift to light all fears which cling
too swift to stay the hope it brings
One must tip-toe through mind’s labyrinth
until a power on feet with wings
ignites my soul and builds in strength
to slash-and-burn this hidden hell!
’til then
I walk in mental chains
……………..and dodge mind shadows
………………………………………………I hear you
………………………………………………bewilderness embraced!
………………………………………………You need to be alone
………………………………………………to rest soul’s endless quest for calm
………………………………………………to search your mind and put to test
Is not a dream
this dreadful thing?
Is not a dream
that’s left me reeling?
Has God left me so
to ponder long
His sacred Scriptures or Psalm’s song?
Will He awaken me once more again
to live in His power
put soul to wing?
Put to sleep this sleepless hour?
Bring both Life and Soul that sing?
………………………………………………..I hear you cry out
………………………………………………..I swear
………………………………………………..He hears!
Photo by Tapio Hurme
David M Pitchford responded to Weary on a mind quest with another surf-by sonnet, God’s Bitter Angel Answers, which I’m very pleased to post here as a companion piece. Enjoy!
God’s Bitter Angel Answers
You who rose from dust to life, breath of God
in skin-prison bottled, do you question
His supreme plan? Does your veneration
fall so short of glory, that you would nod
your head and pray mere words? Would He be God
could He not answer? Yet your hymn’s less sung
in worship than in dark desperation—
dissonant in choral dread of the Rod.
Is He not Love? Does Love punish only?
Take heart, little wren, grasp faith in your heart
and know that Love is you, that you are love—
His breath and heartbeat are yours; these lonely
hours are but reflection upon His Art
as it grows within each, to bless thereof!
David M Pitchford at bitterhermit
Wow,and double wow. When the pen begins to write, and the muse has done her best, it is the poet who does the rest. Powerful, frightening, touching, incrediblely relevant…and more.
It is good to hear your voice, to read your words again in the quiet hallways of POETMEISTER.
/let the pain subside inside
this mind that has no walls
to keep conflicting worlds apart,
or demons
fading art
or loss/ really zings and sings, putting your index finger squarely on the soul, on the essence of things, questioning, seeking, inquiring.
/I walk in mental chains..and dodge mind shadows/ creates quite a picture, thrusts imagery into the darker side of our hearts. You reach out and within in equal measure to a God, searching for that answer we all seek, why are we here? Am I fulfilling my contract with myself and the Universe? Is my faith renewable, and should it be? Good stuff, Janet. Thank you so much for bestowing this powerful piece of your poeticness upon us.
Glenn
By: Glenn Buttkus on January 22, 2009
at 9:21 am
sometimes the process of my own mind baffles me.. the extremes to which it can go the mania the out of control thinking the deepest of the depths to which it is willing to travel… it is a powerful thing if left alone to play with nothing but itself… and yet…. where might one be without it…. what an excellent write… it spoke so directly
to me.. and i hope beyond hope,,,
A budding beam of precious light
cuts through my mind with speed
too bright!
and moves too swiftly
through dark Hades night
too swift to light all fears which cling
too swift to stay the hope it brings
that this part is not going to come true…. as i do alas feel as if i am healing…..
xxoo
By: whypaisley on January 22, 2009
at 8:48 pm