![]() Desperation's Call/Faith's AnswerA Poem by Andrew james![]() When you have a feeling of desperation try to look at things another way![]() Desperation’s Call/Faith’s
Answer Desperation is
calling me In quiet moments
of my thoughts The tales she
tells into my ear Are things I now
am taught The lessons she imparts
to me With them what
should be done? These lessons
break the heart you see Each and every one At times she
whispers soft and low Her words ring
ever true They take the very
life in me Draining the Will
of what to do At these times I
cry out loud Looking for relief But there she is
draining me Then fills me full
of grief With this she
grows stronger now Every moment that
goes by Telling the Will
to lie and rest To the point where
it will die Other times she
shouts loud and clear Demanding audience
from me Her voice I hear
within my ear But her face I
never see At this point I
question her Do I give up now
and die? She never answers
back to me Which path now
should I try?
Weakened now the
Will falls down As if bowing at
her feet This game she knows
she can win Her victory sad
but sweet At this point a
voice I hear Telling me to
stand against the tide Saying if you
kneel and pray to her Then your Will
shall surely die What can be done I
ask the voice For my eyes have
lost their site And desperation
calls to me With words I feel
are right If you give in,
the voice responds? What will these
fears then do? Could you reach
down even further? For the truth
still lies in you What is truth, I
ask this voice? The space within
has nothing there An empty shell I
feel I am A space that’s
simply bare Yes this space
seems dark to you You think nothing
lies in there Stop looking now
with eyes closed You must see the
ones who care Your strength is
weak this I know It has been taken
from your heart What can be done
for you to see? Where is it you should start? Why do you ask
this of me? For I know not
what to do This place within
is very dark And nothing is in
view So you see nothing
there? The voice then
asked of me Has this place
been always bare? This place you
think you see Not always was my
reply Once there were
many there Then who were they
within this space? These ones who
once did care What has become of
them? Have they simply
gone away? Or did you turn
your back on them These ones you
thought would stay Those who were
within you once Where is it they
did go? Seek the answer
with your heart The truth you’ll
come to know Why should I care
where they went? They have left me
don’t you see For I stand alone
inside myself Within there is
only me Yet you say the
place is dark And empty all
inside Is the ceiling
high with wall so wide? That you can’t see
from side to side Why ask these
things of me? In what direction
will this go? For me what can
these questions do? What is it that
you know? Who are you to ask
such things? As I am weakened
in my grief Have we met
sometime before? Would you bring to
me relief? You feel the space
within you now Is a cavern deep
and wide But venture out
beyond yourself Who is on the
other side? What do you mean I
asked the voice? These questions
bother me I told you before
the place is dark So within I cannot
see Yes I know, the
voice replied This place seems
dark and wide Would you know the
truth right now? Or from it will
you hide? Why would I hide
from the truth? It’s what I wish
to know Tell me now the
truth you see So outside I then
can go The truth is the
space within Is neither deep
nor ever wide The space within
is small and tight You use it now to
hide Hiding there from
what I asked? From hope the
voice replied You choose to hide
within yourself Hope’s light you
have denied Look without and
see the world With love your
site is true See the others all
around Then you will know
just what to do Hiding there
within yourself Listening to
desperation’s call Is not what you
were meant to do You have created
prison walls Look around you’re
free to go To leave this
space in you For you to leave
this space right now There is something
you must do Are you ready to
go outside? Leaving
desperation to the past The journey of a
lifetime lies In front of you to
last Yes I am, but I am
weak With no strength
to go outside Then grab my hand
I will help And pull you to
the other side Once there, look
all around For many things
you now can do But focus then in
front of you To have a better
view All the friends
you thought you had Long ago now in
your past Still are there to
greet you now For love does ever
last Desperation calls
and you listen You turn within
and do not care What do you gain
by doing this? What are the
benefits and where? Desperation calls
to everyone She knows just
what to do You hear her voice
and respond When your focus is
on you So look without
and see a world Of love now not of
hate If the world does
not respond Desperation need
not be your fate For love to be the
thing you see There is one thing
you must do Be the love you
wish to see For others and for
you Who are you I then
asked To help me with
your hand To show me now
this world you see And give me
strength to stand My name is Faith
was her reply I am love’s
daughter don’t you know? Call on me when
you have need A better world to
you I’ll show If you listen to
my words The peace within
will grow My father will be
at your side For love you’ll
come to know Keep him there at
your side You will walk now without
fear Share him now with
your world Desperation’s call
you will not hear So the point came
to me After faith had
lent her hand The choice is
yours to choose each day You may kneel or
you may stand The choice you
make will decide The direction you may
go Desperation’s call
you will hear If love you do not
know But if love you know for everyone This means for you
as well What bright future
waits for you? Only faith can
ever tell So have faith my
friend, you will see Love is the only
way to go Then desperation’s
call to you Is a sound you’ll
never know © 2013 Andrew james |
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Added on December 27, 2013 Last Updated on December 27, 2013 Author![]() Andrew jamesJacksonville, FLAboutI am a 56 year old married grandfather. I write what some may think of as poetry, I myself see thoughts written down in a some poetic pattern but not quite sure it is poetry. The meaning is what is .. more..Writing
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