(I) THE STRUGGLE…
How silent
and stern these
straining days pass
where, at times, in open tyranny,
scattered thoughts scramble
for measured application…
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O dismay,
each day
embracing the
great word WAIT,
this (at times) tragic fate
impelling the mind to activate
with something other than
a wearied wide road
worn smooth…
.
Another fluster
putting glory on,
hoping to rediscover
where newness is apparent,
and where honest happiness is
more than a shadow of things past…
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Throughout life
I’ve known thinking
that piled up (at times)
like a day’s dead sanctities.
Thought quakes pricked with panic,
like vexed birds flailing on windowpanes.
Thoughts, in rising currents, wild with leaves,
trembling in trepidation at the tumults of the day,
but clinging to where Earth and Heaven meet
crying: ‘O Most High – Creator, from
whom flows the substance of
all fresh thinking,
help me bear this anguish’…
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(II) AN APPEAL…
O breath of life, breathe
on this mind that broods (at
times) so helpless and unnerved…
.
…From the utmost corners,
O divine breath,
command my lassitude
to drift from me like a whisper
.
Preserve me from these penumbras
where despair shrieks in the belly of clouds,
and where from all dark-lipped furrows,
hubris strolls in chatoyant silk
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…From the four winds,
come O breath,
to breathe upon these
outworn motivations, that
this failing heart could rise up again
to write rather of life, than of death
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…From the uttermost parts,
O eternal breath of life,
breathe on me
that I might
suspire,
as an Eagle
stirring its nest,
hovering over its young,
spreading forth its majestic wings
to carry each of them up to the high places,
for it is your breath (alone) O God that sustains me…
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© richard lloyd cederberg
1/2025
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“Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.” Genesis 2:7
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