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By John (John) on Tuesday, February 12, 2002 - 10:56 pm
dear Lord dear Lord how i thank you for these bitter knives cutting into my knees as i bow before you and accept the lessons you inflict with each and every denial i made and ran away from the hand You lay before me which points along the road of salvation so clearly so clearly do you point while i bitterly turn a blind eye in my own arrogant malice where there be no will but my own hard drives and needs and i squeeze the ichor filled sack coddled into my crotch where satan has hidden like a bitter child with his evil plans to drag my gossamer soul down and down and down along the wicked hard stones of gahenna which breaks my faith tonight Lord my faith is broken and what i gotta say to You is that what hits me what really strikes a blow to my faith oh God is watching the seconds scratch and drag themselves into the past while biting tiny pits and aberrations causing my wicked little heart to stir like a dark mountain weed that stiffens and then dies without purpose or hope or planning or even a chance to call out wild against the eternity of your silence Jesus your silence which is colder than a thick bone palette and its pressed upon my shoulder Lord right where satan laid it and all i can do is give it up to you Lord and pray for grace pray for angel pray for your crystal voice turned reedy and thick through my parched lips which tremble against the dark slate of your impenetrable silence your silence your silence while i ask where lies Jesus where lies the solid whalers hook of truth to pierce my palm that i may be dragged behind thee Lord along your holy path which leads to blessed salvation though im not asking for wings and white robes or those pearly gates because Lord i would rather serve you in hell forever than rule alone in Heaven |
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By Eithne (Eithne) on Wednesday, February 13, 2002 - 11:08 am
I sure hope this is supposed to be funny! If so, it's highly entertaining, if not, well.... I really got the feel of the prayer and could hear this guy mumbleing it desperately just under his breath. I love some of the totally ludicrous (but totally appropriate) images "the solid whalers hook of truth to peirce my palm that I may be dragged behind thee..." Nothing like a little self flagelation to lighten up a morning:-) |
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By Sarah (Sarah) on Friday, February 15, 2002 - 02:13 pm
Gorgeous words. I was particularly struck by "your silence which is colder than a thick bone palette," which doesn't even really make sense to me, yet I got it. It's a wonderful rant and ramble, and I'd love to see this type of gem-writing (perhaps as dialog) set into an underlayment of narrative grout. I was left wanting to know more. Who is this person speaking? What's the situation? Is something REALLY bad going on? (Not that you need to answer these question... just know that you generated a great deal of curiosity, which is a good skill to have...) |
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By KateC (Katec) on Saturday, February 16, 2002 - 09:58 am
I too want to know more and was especially struck by the "Whalers hook of truth--" a brilliant take on the whole fish motif plastered on bumper stickers everywhere. |
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By Elisabeth (Elisabeth)
on Saturday, February 23, 2002 -
11:57 pm
Wow, this is so The Bad Lieutenant, starring Harvey Keitel in a mad, disturbing "arrogant malice"-type search for redemption and really amazing, impressive, never-seen-before-in-the-movies crying scenes. If you haven't seen it, please do as it's great, and very much like what you wrote. God's silence and all. "wicked little heart" strikes me because I like ordinary words placed together in original form. |
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