Silent Presence

Written In Response To:

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #57: Presence – This week, please join me in contemplating ‘presence’.  It’s easy to participate – just create a post on the topic on your own site and link it up to this one.

Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt:  Clarity #writephoto – Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 24th July and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

Clarity…sometimes the soul aches

to receive it thus banishing the confusion

yet, at times nothing is heard 

in that moment one awakens

to realize a deeper maturity of Spirit

the Presence of Grace is often silent…

clarifying all confusion.

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#writephoto

 

A Realm Within The Soul

Snow Falling Desktop Backgrounds Nature

In a realm within the soul

there is a place where one can wander

aimlessly, seeking a way out

of the confusion

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Listening but hearing only silence

feeling one’s way around

unable to see through like

being caught in a vast snow storm

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This realm, can seem so endless

calling out for help, listening

with every fiber of being

for a response…

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But oh, the deafening silence

that turns up the volume of

the voices of fear and doubt

feeling so alone, so disconnected

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Desperately aching for someone to care

to be heard and not feel crazy inside

oh this seemingly unending realm

how and when is the way out to clarity…

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Be still and know…Wisdom will guide the way.

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Deep Within The Spirit

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #48 – Tagore’s Gitanjali

The weekend meditations will be all “distillations”. I will give you a poem by Tagore and I challenge you to create haiku or tanka from it or bring the “long poem” back to its essential meaning and write a haiku (or tanka) about it.

Rabindranath Tagore’s poem:

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, 
and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds
leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, 
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach 
the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before 
I shut them and said `Here art thou!’
The question and the cry `Oh, where?’ melt into tears of a thousand streams 
and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!’
Deep Within The Spirit
lifetime of travel
seeking answers for the cries
beyond every door
to find out where is the where?
here, deep within the spirit
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The Higher Compass

The Daily Post – Compass

The Higher Compass

Changing directions
yet going nowhere
ending where it begins
a maze of circles…

Always seeking something more
to awaken washed ashore
drowning in lonely sorrows
hoping for better tomorrows

Running after empty pleasures
left with only costume treasures
desiring only what is real
a fulfillment ethereal

Only one place left to look
deep within the soul’s nook
it is there that it will come to pass
to hear the voice of The Higher Compass

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Wondering…

This poem is from my collection called “A Beautiful Soul Flawed.”

A Beautiful Soul Flawed 1

Wondering about the mysteries of God
sometimes healing, sometimes silent
as I seek Him to heal what is flawed
even when I am being repentant

His silence is a form of trust
as is the suffering we endure
to hear Him speak for this I lust
and healing from suffering I desire to procure

Sometimes His ways do not make sense
while trying to understand causes confusion
this is where I must let go with faith
and not lose myself in trying to reason

The whys of His silent ways
or His timing that seems so still
instead trust in Him for all my days
knowing it is always good to be in His will

This the gift from God
to a soul so beautifully flawed.

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