�For God�s Sake�

We’ve been here before-
Whenever bright days are blinding us with a glorious glare
Then thunder always seems to rumble dark around every corner
Finding ourselves in shadows searching for some light
We don’t believe in Jesus, but wish that he was here tonight

I’ve felt like this before -
Palms pressed together with fingers pointing into space
Hopefully I pray to someone, somehow in some other place
I’m not sure who or what will greet my annual pleas
But I anticipate and wonder that they will be happy to receive

I’ve done this before -
I usually love life and look forward to the surprise of the unknown
But today the breeze twirls dead leaves around my Dad’s tired soul
Because of this I cannot see what lays ahead for the next few weeks
So here I am on bended knees searching the skies for signs of him

Not sure I can do this again-
With every quick result achieved comes the guilt of the reward
With every new birth that improves comes the cutting of a cord
Why do I only believe when the clouds move in and the sky looks grey
Why should they listen to my appeal when I will neglect after today?
 

Reviews

[Gary H]

I'm reviewing this whilst listening to the Smiths, something that started off purely incidental but now seems like a deliberate act. Indeed I can hear Morrissey reading the words to me - in fact he's been sarcastic and asking 'what difference does it make'? Having said that, he is probably closer to the essence of the poem than I first thought. The air of despair that haunts through the lines makes me wonder if you felt the helplessness too.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Steve,

This is a very frank and honest baring of the soul. I am quite impressed with the brutal honestly of it. The questioning, the hoping that you can still belive. And the first lines of each stanza are so introspective. The recalled "We've been here before". Very nice. It's the undecided nature of the piece that makes it so wonderful. It's the sitting on the cusp, waiting for something to happen. It is the intensity of life in a snapshot, frozen in time.

There are always techincal comments that one could make, but this would be minor in this case and I think the author entirely capable of putting further polish on his piece (and very little is needed).

Best regards,

Rick