The Peace I Understand

It is enough
to crawl inside my fuzzy faith
and sleep upon my soporific pillow,
clutching to my breast
my favorite God

(you know the one)
who keeps the fetid, dying children far away,
though quite secure within their refuge
underneath strong wings of steel,
then sends his fierce angelic legions
hovering
above my rest.
           ~

 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Lovely imagery...and a questioning of sorts. "It is enough/to crawl inside my fuzzy faith" -- is it? I feel that this is a statement that is begging to be "answered" as though it is a question. You really do a wonderful job of taking the reader on a journey with this one. Superb language, and a great example of "less is sometimes more". Well done!!!!

[Dean]

Questioning there is, aplenty

[Frieda P]

Always perplexing questions when it comes to God & faith....not sure the angels are in the right zone...much food for thought here.

[Dean]

well, we can always put up signs

[Frieda P]

I think there are already signs everywhere....we ignore them.

[Dean]

no I meant for the angels! :-)

[Frieda P]

Ahhh, right! ;-)

[J. J. Nightingale]

So many things are "allowed"
My doubt grows daily
Who is there to blame
Who is there to ask of-

Somehow "God bless us everyone" seems so passe ..
Life tells us what is real, but we sometimes choose to look the "other way" ..

I want peace .. I want joy .. I need Love/food
So many questions .. so few answers it seems
Maybe we were just created as an amusement ..

Many thoughts to ponder .. wow ! Jazz

[Dean]

Doubt is such a BLESSING. Cherish it. That is where the peace is.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I think you are correct !! :)......... It is what separates us, from the sheep..

[Dean]

of course, if I get sleepy, there is always my w o o l l y blanket

[J. J. Nightingale]

You can still count them, without being one of them ..:)............♥

[Dean]

good point

[Tom]

While many cosy up and settle down for a good night's sleep bellies well filled, many others (especially children) know not the well being of replenishing sleep, only the anguish they feel from the hunger pangs of a distended stomach crying out for nourishment!

If you are fortunate enough to be the former as opposed to the latter, do you ever ask yourself, why God chooses not to intervene ? ( I do ) !

[Dean]

I don't think God intervenes.

[Tom]

We could open up pandoras box on that subject Dean !

[Dean]

I do not fear it.

[Tom]

And neither you should, if your heart is pure ?

[Dean]

well, I don't think any of us possesses that

[Tom]

Pure (ish) !

[Ed Hart]

gods get old too, you know...and get a little fussy when someone starts looking behind the curtain

[Dean]

ah cain't argue with that!

[Marie]

Yes, but there is peace past understanding too...

[Dean]

all peace is past understanding

[Dean]

Despite its apparent brevity, this is one of the longest, most complex poems I have ever written. Ironic, yes, but as I read it now years later, takes me ever farther on. For once, I hit it right.

[Ken Simm.]

And this I think I understand Dean. The God that we construct. And we airbrush out the parts we don't want? A bespoke god?

[Dean]

You're on the way.

[Christopher_Myles]

I can understand your peace...

[Dean]

More important that you understand the irony.

[Christopher_Myles]

the same god of fetid dying children is the same god that comforts you.. am I right? And still you must gather some peace to sleep. Or at least I must... Pain is relative... but certainly not equal for all I'm sure...

[Christopher_Myles]

I do understand, the fuzziness of faith that does not take into account every detail of humanity. We must lie to ourselves in order to achieve some sort of peace... That is unless we act to the best of our ability to change what we see wrong with the world, which calls for an extreme effort on our parts.

[Christopher_Myles]

Maybe I've misinterpreted idk.

[Dean]

You're getting there...I hope you will keep reading....and thinking.

[Christopher_Myles]

As always.

[Dean]

It is the readers who think, that I appreciate most. I crave them.

[Christopher_Myles]

I the one part I think I overlooked, "...fetid dying children far away, quite secure under within their refuge, underneath strong wings of steel." These are the wings of angels that are sent to your side to comfort you? is this a comment on the way that crawling into a "fuzzy faith" can rob those who need help of true refuge.... It seems to me that they lose their refuge when you find yours, in an unconscionable manner.

[Dean]

it was pure irony. Some would think of them as angelic (shudder)

[Dean]

faith is something we confront...not that we choose.