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Posted by smokeymadison on January 24, 2005, at 21:19:49
Where is God?
He has forgotten me
He has deserted meLike a cut on the cheek
Of a beautiful white face
That seeps
Its hurt evenlyLike a dirty child
Walking aimlessly
Through the alleys
Searching for sustenanceLike the wave
Expending its last breath
Tumbling over
And overI am assaulted
From every direction
And can only scream
Where is God?But from my mouth
Spills an endless flood
Of pure white feathers
Drifting silently to the groundWhat was it?
Was it the curse
Spoken at age twelve
To the star-studded night
And regretted immediately?Was it the rampage
Of adultery
The bed defiled
And the man hurt?Was it the theft
Of the dime
From the collection plate
As it drifted through the pews?They say that God
Does not turn his back
That it is us
Who turn oursBut I face a cloudy night
Where the full moon shines
Through the thickness
And upon my faceAnd I ask
Where is God?
Posted by malthus on January 24, 2005, at 22:25:27
In reply to where is God?, posted by smokeymadison on January 24, 2005, at 21:19:49
"But from my mouth
Spills an endless flood
Of pure white feathers
Drifting silently to the ground"This is absolutely beautiful.
This would make such a stunning image in a painting.
Posted by Jai Narayan on January 25, 2005, at 8:55:16
In reply to where is God?, posted by smokeymadison on January 24, 2005, at 21:19:49
lovely poem.
beautifully done.
I agree with Malthus:“”Spills an endless flood
Of pure white feathers
Drifting silently to the ground"This is absolutely beautiful.
This would make such a stunning image in a painting.”The image of the feathers is striking and unexpected.
During my childhood I remember many a night pondering and pleading with god over similar issues.
The tone and feeling of abandonment is so familiar.
where you brought up catholic?
thanks for your poem.
Ja* Narayan
Posted by Broken on January 25, 2005, at 9:27:08
In reply to smokeymadison, your poem......., posted by Jai Narayan on January 25, 2005, at 8:55:16
That indeed was beautiful... and I think, that's the only way I can describe it. I remember something so similar in my childhood.
Thankyou
Posted by smokeymadison on January 25, 2005, at 16:03:54
In reply to where is God?, posted by smokeymadison on January 24, 2005, at 21:19:49
i grew up as a pastor's daughter in several different denominations. one of the churches believed in demonic possession, the laying of hands, and the speaking in tongues. the experience was quite interesting. my dad is now a Methodist pastor--and i have to hand it to him--he has a contemporary service with a band and during the sermon uses movie and song clips.
but i view God much as i view my dad--distant. for me the male species can never totally understand me, even my boyfriend of over a year. hope i didn't offend anyone. and the Christian God is male, through and through.
that is why i prefer to view God not as the Christian God but as an unseen force who steps in from time to time to intervene in our lives. i have only encountered this force when i have attempted suicide and it never worked out. something unexpected always happened. but i want to know why it takes such drastic circumstances for God to show himself/herself/itself. why not in day to day circumstances?
SM
Posted by Jai Narayan on January 25, 2005, at 20:52:55
In reply to Re: thanks all!!!, posted by smokeymadison on January 25, 2005, at 16:03:54
well thank god your suicide didn't work out....
honestly neither did mine...
let that be our little secret.
I loved your poem and I think your sharing is most profound.
It appears that god has many faces....
I celebrate that fact.
my best to you
Jai Narayan
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