![]() TakedownA Poem by Pete![]() Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps. -Thoreau![]() ![]() Today I went on my daily constitutional. Sparring with God in my head. First I passed by the homeless shelter. A non-discriminating place. Every type of troubled face. All manner of physical and mental illness, disabilities, alcoholism and addiction. Rock solid, hard luck tales. These are surely God's chosen people I thought. Next was my favorite stop down by the inlet. It was a beautiful, sunny day. High, thinly-woven, cotton ball clouds congregated about. There was a stiff breeze at the coast and the sea was whippy. I screamed out inside my soul, "Lord, it's Easter." The day you're supposed to rise from the dead after a couple of days. It's been so much longer than that for me. Where's my resurrection? Where the Hell are you?" As I left the water's edge to walk back home through the city. Chock-full of self pity. There was a family playing soccer on the grass. Probably just finished a special holiday dinner. A mother and her children kicking a ball around and laughing. When I got back to my place, my alcoholic friend Mike was sitting in his car in the parking lot. He smiled and we talked and laughed about nothing for a while before I went inside for the evening. He's the only one who brings me joy and hope these days. I was pinned with no way out. All my grievances refuted although aired. "You win again Lord" I declared ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 12, 2020 Last Updated on April 29, 2020 Author![]() PeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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