How Will I Know the Way Back Home?

I don’t know what to pray
I feel as numb with heavy limbs
Like lead fills all my veins
A small victory sometimes seems
Far too little
amidst all the growing agony.
To do right is hard
and wrong so easy
and so the world tears itself apart.
I long for companionship
but fear all sorts of pain
my old friend who eats at me
is both a comfort
and a fear
and small victories seem so small
and the road seems far too long
and death, like a friendly cloak,
lurks in the shadows of every room.
The light begins but finds such shade
and darkness steals the left and right
and we in finite final form
fear to tread at all.
Would you believe in all this filth?
Would you believe with strawless bricks?
The fog is thick even in day
and the way has grown obscured.
But faith, unasked for,
hidden deep,
holds an ember with a fire
burning at the heart to keep
all it’s holy right desire.
Explanations fail the heart
after years of beatings grim
but faith, from reason, not apart
holds a fire in the night…

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12 thoughts on “How Will I Know the Way Back Home?

  1. Early on, when we both started our blogs, I would comment on your poems and share my heartfelt concern. As though to deflect that concern, you replied that you were a “philosopher”–perhaps speaking for the masses. So, more than a year later, I’m now asking whether you’d prefer that people simply comment on the writing style, or phrasing, or imagery in the poems–and leave the obvious sadness alone. It can be difficult to discern what various bloggers want from their readers.

    1. You can comment on whatever strikes you… just keep in mind that even if the poem is about me (which it isn’t always), and even if it is written about something current (which it often isn’t), then it is still often the case that the only thing I have to say on that subject is the poem. Now this isn’t always the case… but it often is. I encourage all sorts of comments… just keep in mind that if it is personal I may or may not have anything more to say.

  2. The end comes just as you have written as an ember in all the darkness that you so eloquently illustrate…wiseness beyond words…so many golden lines…”and so the worlds tears itself apart” that really was a captivating image to ponder and wonder at…

  3. When you hosted Sunday haikus over at le Clown’s, I was impressed by your humorous responses in verse. Then when I read your more serious poetry here, I was kind of floored. You don’t often find people who can write both ways so well. I look forward to reading more of your poems!

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