Day 2 of the poetry prompt advent and the prompt is patience.
The in-between A time of malcontent When what is no longer amiss Is not yet as it should be Patience does not come naturally The grumbles burst forth unrestrained By manners or propriety And annoyed by my own agitation My hackles strain skyward
Yet still you do not respond My unanswered pleas for conclusion Hang unrecognised between us The strides we made in danger of being overlooked When still our destination is not gained
All in good time my child, all in good time.
My petulant cry – “Now is a good time” Dies on my lips As I finally meet your gaze And am engulfed in the love within.
I have a stash of old notebooks full of thoughts and scribblings. Some pages hold just odd lines or paragraphs, some poems I have maybe just started and never finished. And some have finished poems that I have long forgotten writing, or have never shown to anyone. I can lose hours reading back through these notebooks. Sometimes I am looking for inspiration – to take a line or a half finished poem and make something of it. But also I get lost in memories. Many of my poems, especially the older ones are really just me putting my feelings down on paper. As I read them I can remember what I was doing when I wrote them, or why I was feeling a certain way. I can also see how I have changed over the years – how as I have grown my perspective has changed and my confidence grown. This poem was written at a period when I was lacking in self confidence and was a bit of a social chameleon.
[Apologies for dodgy sound mix – recorded on my phone! 🙈]
Lord I call to you, I cry out to you
I don’t understand, I feel so helpless
There’s nothing I can do, so I give it all to you
I feel so small, but you are mighty.
And Lord, you’re glorious
In your great goodness, I trust.
Lord send your power, to move in this place
Flood the whole world with your glory and grace
Send your mercy, send your healing
Let the whole world see your beautiful face.
Your beautiful face.
Lord I call to you, I cry out to you
I don’t understand, but you know all things
And as my tears fall, and as my heart breaks
I turn to you, for you are healer.
And Lord, you’re glorious
In your great goodness, I trust.
Lord send your power, to move in this place
Flood the whole world with your glory and grace
Send your mercy, send your healing
Let the whole world see your beautiful face.
Your beautiful face.
And Lord, you’re glorious
In your great goodness, I trust.
Lord send your power, to move in this place
Flood the whole world with your glory and grace
Send your mercy, send your healing
Let the whole world see your beautiful face.
Your beautiful face.
Your beautiful face.
Often I will have inspiration for just a few lines of a poem. I’ll write them down and come back to them at a later date to write the whole thing. A while ago I wrote the first Stanza of this, originally about a very different matter. However when I came back to it the poem has gone in a totally different direction. So here, very different to what I intended, is the finished poem.
The first time I said no I meant it The second I wasn’t so sure The third time I said no I knew that I’d bend if you asked me once more
The first time I said yes I waivered The second I felt that I must The third time I knew I had no choice To say no would lose me your trust
The first time I walked out I tested The second I still wasn’t sure The third time I walked out I knew that I’d never walk back through that door
The first time I felt love he meant it The second he meant it much more The third time 1 felt love I knew that I’d always be scared and unsure
The first time he promised I questioned The second I silently wept The third time he promised I knew that Once more and 1 might just accept
The next time he promised he held me In earnest looked straight in my eyes Whatever wherever whenever He’d always be right by my side
And that time I really believed it For once more my heart was made whole With him by my side I have risen And reclaimed the me that you stole
Life, as I understand it 