Wilderness

Wilderness

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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Make of it what you will

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What carries on the wind, it is not clear?
I listen with intent as it draws near.
In silence I anticipate a spark
of understanding in the pre dawn dark?
Yet only whispers find their way to me,
In tongues that do not speak with clarity.
And that's the way it's been for many years,
through all my adult days, my unspun tears.
I wait with patience while you stay away,
I stand alone , I have no will to pray.

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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A voice crying in the wilderness? This one has the feeling of a dark night of the soul, wherein the speaker yearns for a divine sign, but with no apparent reward. It has been this way always for spiritual seekers, who long for communion with God but who continue to perceive only silence from above. Perhaps, though, embracing that silence rather than resisting it is the answer. A well rhymed piece dealing with a universal problem.

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you John. A universal problem it is without doubt your visit here very much appreciated.
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This is a great piece of poetry Christine. As you have said, it is for us to take the meaning. There is a sense of longing but the message is not clear. Perhaps intimations of what had been, or what may be but the signals are nor clear. Feelings can't always be clearly articulated! The strength of this is perhaps its universality.
Regards,
Alan


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thanks Alan for your thoughts. Hope all is good with you.

Chris
dear Chris... the essence of life is in knowing the value of a smile... when someon is kind, and the innocence of a child... the wonder of a butterfly... if you just sit in a garden, it may sit on your shoulder. truly, Pat

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Beautiful response Pat. Thank you so much. All good wishes.

Chris
A lonely voice crying in the darkness. Great poem. Full of emotion and heartfelt sentiments. That speaks to us all.

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thanks Dawn for your lovely review. Pleased my lines spoke to you.

Chris
A very spiritual read for me, Chris. I seek and seek and yet not find what I’m looking for. In fact, I don’t even not what it is that I’m looking for. Just brilliant.

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

That just about sums it up. I search but I do not find. Thank you DIVYA and you appear to relate so .. read more
A voice crying in the wilderness? This one has the feeling of a dark night of the soul, wherein the speaker yearns for a divine sign, but with no apparent reward. It has been this way always for spiritual seekers, who long for communion with God but who continue to perceive only silence from above. Perhaps, though, embracing that silence rather than resisting it is the answer. A well rhymed piece dealing with a universal problem.

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you John. A universal problem it is without doubt your visit here very much appreciated.
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Many things can remain unclear in life
We..look....listen ..for answers that may never
come..some kind of solace in knowing why..
I sense a dark loneliness and lost of hope within
This verse also much sadness

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Fran. I guess when times are troubled I still live in hope of that quiet voice on the wind.. read more

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Chris Shaw

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