Faith" Is A Fine Invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
And is the great cause lost beyond recall?
Have all the hopes of ages come to naught?
Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?
Is life but death, and love its funeral pall?
Maybe. And still on bended knees I fall,
Filled with a faith no preacher ever taught.
O God -- MY God -- by no false prophet wrought --
I believe still, in despite of it all!
Let go the myths and creeds of groping men.
This clay knows naught -- the Potter understands.
I own that Power divine beyond my ken,
And still can leave me in His shaping hands.
But, O my God, that madest me to feel,
Forgive the anguish of the turning wheel!
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The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
by Mary Oliver
Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but
still nothing is as shining as it should be
for you. Under the sink, for example, is an
uproar of mice--it is the season of their
many children. What shall I do? And under the eaves
and through the walls the squirrels
have gnawed their ragged entrances--but it is the season
when they need shelter, so what shall I do? And
the raccoon limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard
while the dog snores, the cat hugs the pillow;
what shall I do? Beautiful is the new snow falling
in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly
up the path, to the door. And still I believe you will
come, Lord: you will, when I speak to the fox,
the sparrow, the lost dog, the shivering sea-goose, know
that really I am speaking to you whenever I say,
as I do all morning and afternoon: Come in, Come in.
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Loss of faith seems to be the new pandemic in our days and it is so easy to catch this illness... Love is the remedy.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the prompt!
I agree with your remedy. Thank you, Nicholas.Delete
Thank you for another midweek inspiration - again, sorry if I cant reply.. All your visits are much appreciated.. Thank youReplyDelete
I'm always happy to see you, Jae Roe. I'm glad you wrote to "faith."Delete
When I pulled this prompt together, the USA President DT had not yet issued his order to exclude based on faith. A counter movement is underway here which will only succeed if we believe in each other. Other choices are unacceptable, which doesn't mean that they aren't probable. And that's what keeps me awake nights wanting to apologize, wanting to wake from a nightmare. In this state, I value poetry even more. Today I intend to roll in it thoroughly. I have a few errands to run, but mostly I'll be right here, happy.ReplyDelete
A beautiful and timely prompt Susan. Hope to visit everyone given my internet connection cooperates. Ha now I'm all sore; eyes, throat, mind; courtesy: season-change & DT :(ReplyDelete
Yes. I'm totally sore too and have to keep reminding myself that it could be my reaction to the poison DT in the air.Delete
This is a fantastic topic to dive into, Susan. Thank you for the many inspiring examples, and for the question: what can we have faith in these Days?ReplyDelete
You are welcome, Sherry Blue. You help me to have faith. I'm anticipating your move and holding you in the Light.Delete
Happy Midweek everyone, I am fashionably late to the prompt ❤️ sharing my poem "Rendezvous" thank you Susan for the lovely opportunity!!❤️ReplyDelete
Lots of love,
Ah, Sanaa! Happy week to you.Delete
A good Wednesday to allReplyDelete
Happy week to you dear Gillena.Delete
Having just discovered this site, I can see how much inspiration it offers. I'm excited to participate in the community!ReplyDelete
You are very welcome. Keep coming back. I remember my delight when I first found Poets United in 2010. Mondays we feature a Poet in our community, Wednesday is a prompt day, Friday Rosemary offers us interesting poets and Sunday is an open link day. Do come on Sunday! LOTS of great Poems!Delete
Another welcome from me, indybev. This week has offered some great reading here.Delete
My daughter asked me what the prompt for today was. When I told her she said, "You'll write something in no time." She was wrong. I found it a challenging prompt. I'm grateful to you because it led to much introspection. Thanks Susan.ReplyDelete
Delighted to hear this, Myrna! The prompt gave me pause too. I wonder what your daughter would write?Delete
This took me some time to write for even though I knew what I was looking for. I have battled with faith for years and finally found a faith I couldn't lose unless I lost myself.ReplyDelete
I hope everyone is having a good week! I'd like to remind you that I will be around to read, sometimes I don't get to it until the end of the week but I'm caught up now.
I'd like to announce that I'll be having an image prompt to write about and Link to every Sat. (you have a week to write) on CP under Image Prompt. It starts this Sat. We are busy I know but ever since Magpie Tales took a leave I've missed it and I know a few others have too so drop in if you'd like. This is the only time I'll mention this here.
Thank you Susan! Hugs!
Sounds great, Bekkie. Thanks for letting us know.Delete
I like that! I too have "a faith I couldn't lose unless I lost myself." Thank you.Delete
Posted Faith in Light this morning, but didn't have time to read everyone else's. Getting to that now! Looking forward to it.ReplyDelete
I knew you'd come back around, Rob. Good to see you.Delete
During my therapy session, today, my therapist and I, talked about the eerie similarities, between the rise of the Nazis and Donald Trump. in their usages of divisive politics, based upon religion, in attacking a minority group, that stands out, from the mainstream population.ReplyDelete
Yes. it's too eerie and scary. Let's all protect each other.Delete
Better late than never, but really a very timely prompt, Susan. Thank you.ReplyDelete
And thank you for being here! Such deep thoughts.Delete
Sorry Susan...I am no longer able to comment on your blog. My comments are rejected as errors.Thank you for yours. Enjoyed the poem and the TED talks this week. Good prompt.ReplyDelete
Thanks for telling me! How bizarre. Yes, that Ted talk is good, isn't it?Delete
If this happened to anyone else, please let me know.
Thank you, everyone. I am moved by this week's creations.ReplyDelete