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Bohemianaus
Member

since 2003-01-05

Posts 69
Australia (South Gippsland)

0 posted 2003-01-05 09:53 PM

What of this!?

It rose from the depths of hell

Wrenching change in its path;

Its target defenseless,

Its victims hapless.

There was no warning,

No signal of its intent;

Only despair in its wake.

God may be in His heaven

But all is not well with the world!

Like a pall it descended,

Enveloped and settled,

Its victims struggling to uncloak;

Theirs the future raped

And theirs the stall in pain.

Forbidding of hope,

Sapping of strength

And consuming of light.

If God is in His heaven

Are we beyond His care or reach?

Within me, too, it worked its horror,

'Though mine was not the terror:

Dashed beyond understanding,

Numbed beyond doing

And shocked beyond knowing

My whole being felt its invading search

Casting chaos in its wake.

There is no magic that can undo,

No words that can bring back!

Who will retrieve the loss?

Who can restore us again?

And with that asking - it was felt;

..... a warmth so faint,

     ...... buried so deep

          ..... imperceptably present.

Desperately I sought this ember

To beg any radiating balm.

My want had kindled it afresh

To become a glowing coal

And in time a warming place.

Then with that comfort came the Voice

With words of solace and peace

Easing pain and lifting dread;

And I knew I was not alone!

My Valleyguide was here

And I was not forsaken

In the midst of Frenzy I could not see

But as I turned He was there

Not to remove but to companion,

..... to journey in the shadow

     ..... to huddle in the cold

          ..... to side in the onslaught.

While the journey continues

And the end is unclear, I am not alone!

Indelibly branded the tragedy remains;

But, I am not alone!

Satan, reaping through human angel",

Has harvested destruction;

Adam's line his tool in delinquent quest

And in the fury of his failure he litters time and life

..... with pain and squalor

     ..... despair and blood

          ..... death and dishonour.

This is the cauldron of my being,

With its sorrow and pain,

Amid friendish gifts of joy and delight

And the balms of love from His hands.

By These hands is my fashioning

And in These hands I am gentled and held;

By Companion and Friend.

All may not be well with the world

But God is in His heaven and I need not fear!

regards2you
Member Elite

since 2002-10-01

Posts 3940
California

1 posted 2003-01-05 10:24 PM

Just plain wonderful. It got better and better and better.

This touches my soul, as so few poems do. This is quite incredibly special.

Thanks you for sharing it here. I can't say enough good things about it.

Just, thank you, and I hope everyone reads it.... smiling here.

Warmest regards, Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
"Desiderata"

CSKpoet
Senior Member

since 2002-07-12

Posts 845
Island in Paradise

2 posted 2003-01-05 10:41 PM

Wonderful write and welcome to PIPS
I shall look forward to seeing more of your posts
aloha, Cher

Poetry is:
Passion, imagination and intellect running together.

Aloha with warmest regards, Cheryl Stewart Koomoa

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

3 posted 2003-01-06 01:08 AM

Hey Boh,
Because we shared the history behind this, I can say it is truly a work of grace, not only for the words and images you present, but also for the journey you have undertaken. *HuGS
Keth

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

4 posted 2003-01-06 02:19 AM

definately unique...loved the layout...and the journey you presented here.

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