Sometimes circumstances beyond our control bog us down.
The fog was thick like walls around
Impen'tratable and deep
And there was I so sick and sore
And too inclined to weep.
But move I must so slowly walked
With weary feet and mind,
The trail was slanting lower still
But I was feeling blind.
How long I plod this downward trek
I cannot think or say,
I longed to feel a hand in mine ,
A Guide to lead the way.
I dimly knew that God was kind
And won't forsake His own
But demons taunted in that mist
Which made me sigh and groan.
Yet when I felt all hope was gone
And I had lost the road
I weakly said "I'll not give up"
I'll trust in Christ my Lord.
POST SCRIPT:
I'm standing now on Blessings' Peak (An angel brought me there.) Rainbowsofhopeswirlall around The Lord God answers prayer. Marilyn Friesen
This is an intriguing poem. I see the struggles of life, the torment of spiritual attacks, the determination to go on, the longing for God and resolve to trust God, along with the jubilation of having His ever-present help when you put all your trust in Him.
If one can get past the confusing tenses, it's an effective poem, expressing your difficult journey. The word "Impen'tratable" is so glaring an error, though, that it affects the whole poem, I'm sorry to say. If you aren't absolutely sure of a word's spelling, you need to look it up in a dictionary.
I don't often critique someone's choice or misuse of words, but I believe there is "gold in this mine," and should not be overwhelmed by poor choices.
By the way, I do not claim to be an expert!
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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If one can get past the confusing tenses, it's an effective poem, expressing your difficult journey. The word "Impen'tratable" is so glaring an error, though, that it affects the whole poem, I'm sorry to say. If you aren't absolutely sure of a word's spelling, you need to look it up in a dictionary.
I don't often critique someone's choice or misuse of words, but I believe there is "gold in this mine," and should not be overwhelmed by poor choices.
By the way, I do not claim to be an expert!
Sincerely,
Connie
we just need to trust Him,
and strengthen ourselves with His words.