A Poem, I Guess
April 20, 2020 at 9:01 am #110483The Inkspiller@the-inkspiller
I don’t write poetry all that frequently, and I’ll be honest it’s a medium that I struggle to read and understand / appreciate, let alone write competently in. Yet it seems like God has a tendency of speaking through that medium during the darkening nights – of which the last four have felt like some of the longest.
Anyways, out of that long dark night and the lifelong struggle with ADHD came this poem. I was thinking of posting it to the r/ADHD sub-reddit, maybe reach out to whatever handful of Christians there are in that online community, but I thought first I should share it with this handy-dandy confirmed Christian club of dedicated poets.
I’m not a particularly good poet, if the above disclaimer didn’t make that quite clear, and I have an unreasonable (and grammatically inconsistent) fondness for archaic and convoluted syntax, so apologies for all that in advance…
With Eyes Clearer Still
Night of last and this hence short morning,
As many bookends spent before,
By ghosts long past and present haunting
I’ve lain a-dwelling upon my sins afore.
I’ve cried times again how many more,
Soul-sobbed through weak and stam’ring lips
“Thou mad’st me so withered what for?”
“This stale bread to chew and sour cup to sip?”
Thou knowst me well, Lord weller than I,
From sandy clay Thou baked this crackled mind,
These trembling hands and cloudy eyes,
This impatient will to prudence ever blind.
Thou drafted with care this clamorous brain,
Scored it with a dozen cracked tin trumpets,
Eyes which ever wander to their bane,
To dwell and feast with Babylon’s strumpets.
Ne’er’ever humoring the bellicose thought
“There is no God” – a fool I think myself not.
Amongst thy faithful I hath counted myself,
Even as thy Word remains dusty on my shelf.
Yet though my tongue confess Thou Lord of mine,
My wretched heart against me testifies as well,
Of a sordid past of sins – not thine, but mine,
Which carry me laughing straight to Hell.
I have answered with fevered-faith lament,
“These sins were mine, but now are His,”
“To blame I am, but to pay is His, Amen-”
Yet bitter as gall is Wormwood’s kiss:
“If thou art His, why are you with me still?”
“Like a vessel of wrath, marked for destruction,”
“Still you lay in my bed, though it’s kill or be killed,”
“Oh soldier of the Lord, sinner without compunction -”
“He made you frail, crippled and blind,”
“And shameless to boot as the crowds at Golgotha.”
“Answer me this, child of God, servant of Christ -”
“Whatever did He make you for, if not for judgment?”
Wormwood’s spit burns upon my cheek,
His words cutting steel to my bones,
Just like the tears I’ve wept till I’m weak,
My breath almost departed, one last groan:
That though my life thou mayst blight,
My conscience brand’t and body killed,
This scarred soul by end of the long night,
Might see His glory with eyes clearer still.
For though the rich laugh and in their flesh boast,
The poor his thorn may scorn and in his spirit rejoice,
In a song not his own, proclaimed by a heavenly host,
“His grace is sufficient, so sing with one voice:
“Blessed are the poor in Spirit, drowned in leaven,”
“And the weak of heart tempted by hollow dreams,”
“For theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven!
“His death atones, His rising redeems!”
“Poor and foolish we may be, not knights but knaves-”
“But though our courage fails and our voices quaver,”
“There is a shepherd who does not waver,”
“Whose sword is His Tongue and whose heart is brave,”
“And He shall strike the wolf and crush the serpent,”
“To save every child who cries, “Lord, help me repent!””
Begone thou foul thoughts, begone thou Wormwood!
I am not yours anymore, no more your plaything!
Cut me with your words till tears come as a flood,
Poison my thoughts as by a scorpion’s sting –
But He shall never let go nor let me slip from His hand;
And who am I to ignore my Father’s command?
Non nobis Domine, sed nomini, Tuo da gloriam.May 4, 2020 at 1:46 pm #111356Eitan@eitan
My English isn’t good enough to actually understand the poem, but I really loved the meter and rhyming!
You don't need to see the wind itself in order to hear the rustling leaves.May 6, 2020 at 3:12 pm #111741Livi Ryddle@anne_the_noob14
Oooh, I really like this! Very nice! 😀 I don’t consider myself to be an expert on critiquing poems, but I see nothing amiss. (And I like the syntax as well 😛 ) Full of emotion and… *makes vague gestures at nothing in particular*… stuff. *nods*
“Enough! Be quiet! I can’t hear myself think! I can’t hear my teeth chatter!"May 28, 2020 at 7:57 am #113933Emberynus The Dragonslayer@emberynus-the-dragonslayer
I just now saw this! I love the deep emotion filling it. The expression. You can feel the feelings you felt while writing it just from reading it.
Thank you for posting!
Sold souls and dead promisesJune 1, 2020 at 9:31 pm #114221Kimmi@kimlikesart
Really good job. It was really good. It is amazing what God can say through poetry.
‘Not unto us, O Lord, but to the name, Thy name give the glory.’ I looked it up. I like what you did.
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Passion = A Willingness To SufferAugust 13, 2020 at 4:58 pm #118083Anne of Lothlorien@anne-of-lothlorien
@the-inkspiller I’m a little late reading this here, but I just wanted to say that was beautiful. And thank you.
I struggle with some health problems like anemia and also having panic attacks and light PTSD symptoms, and this poem spoke straight to my heart. I know you wrote it for you, but I feel like it was written for me, for a time when I need it most. Thank you so much for putting your heart into this and setting it out here for us, for me, to read.
*hugs* If you’re a hug person. If not, *shakes hand? maybe?* But if you are a hug person*hugs*
I'm short, I like words, and I love people.
No, I didn't draw my profile pic.August 18, 2020 at 10:57 am #118351Eitan@eitan
Hmm. I read it now. I didn’t understand everything, but what I did – It’s amazing! Like, really. You really poured you heart to this… It’s full of sorrow, yet hope. True, He will never forsake us, no matter what, and how painful would be our fall. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
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You don't need to see the wind itself in order to hear the rustling leaves.
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