Lament to the Lord

A more winsome offering than my usual fare. Written many years ago, it still retains, for myself at least, a certain charm.

 

 

Dear Lord,

 

            I petition thee with heavy heart and hands,

               it troubles me to say;

            But it seems that in this wondrous order,

               I have no part left to play;

            Ne'er again in this universal theatre,

               shall I grace it's wooden stages;

            Ne'er again shall I write with these hands,

               across its empty pages.

 

            Which brings me without further waste,

               to the albatross in mind;

            The question of my widowed bride,

               that I pain to leave behind;

            I fear, in ignorance, that as I leave this plane,

               my memories shall be lost too;

            Those burning effigies of my one true love,

               that I would want for to see me through;

            Thus, I beg of you, if you please, one thing,

               to ease my journey through the hereafter;

            That I may carry those memories there with me,

               and just a pocketful of her sweet laughter.

 

            You'll note that I ask not for redemption,

               or forgiveness for this soul;

            For if you should grant me just these most peaceful of weapons,

               even the devil himself shall prove no more worthy a foe;

 

            And Lord, if in your wisdom, you should send me to Hell,

               I'll gladly burn forever;

            Happy with just the memories of the walks her and I walked,

               and the songs we two sang together.

 

Reviews

[Ellen Hammond]

This is a beautiful prayer/poem! It speaks to me of a true love which surpasses death and any fear it may provoke. I really enjoyed reading this one, thanks for sharing it.

[Scott Lynn]

Beautifully written and thought through. A thorough contemplation of love and selflessness. I quite enjoyed it.

[JohnL]

Sentiment , nay, love powerfiully and poignantly expressed, though in somewhat foolhardy terms - I hope the good Lord doesn't take you up on your declined redemption. You begin with the beautiful language of the St James version and the old Prayer Book - I call it 'second person antique'. So fine for expressing one's thoughts and so poetic. I applaud your choice of language, though I note you revert to you etc subsequently. A poem I enjoyed very much. Its rhythm and flow fitted its words perfectly.
John

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Your writing is exceptional here. A shining example of a repenting yet humble heart. Words cannot describe this piece. Your words flow so beautifully and the usage is outstanding. I don't think He will send you to Hell for this honest submission to him. Nice work. Yes, nice work.