Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Taking My Rest - 3WW

Thom writes:
Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words.

Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and paste it to Mr. Linky below). As always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday.

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This week's words:

Bask; Grief; Raise.

Taking My Rest

I have broken through
the old growth and the brambles
beneath. I shall lie
in the meadow, bask
in the afternoon of my
grief and slant sunshine.
I shall trust my God
that He'll raise me up to stand
in the morning's glow
once dark night is past.

April 10, 2013 6:24 AM


  1. "stand in the morning's glow" I really like this image, as well as the idea of breaking free of old growth. Something I need to do as well.

  2. Nice poem, with good sentiments.

  3. Very hopeful! Don't you just wish grief were an afternoon? I've never found it to have that kind of brevity, but it sure sounds nice, expecially coupled with bask and glow.

    1. Well... I didn't read it that way :D To me the phrase " the afternoon of my grief..." implies there was at least a morning and perhaps is still a night to come. Thus perhaps the worst of it is still to come... "bask" and "glow" only happen "once dark night is past"...


    2. Yeah...well...maybe I'm in a hopeful mood. It's as rare as a leap we shall take it when we can, yes? Reading a pretty cool book called "The Misunderstood God". I feel more hopeful for the reading :)

      You know I love your poetry Christopher! Even when I miss intent, I still love it, maybe more so because it spoke to ME.

    3. Sweetie, I meant no criticism. I was sharing what I thought I was writing. :D

      What do I know??


  4. It is strange how we are more comfortable with ourselves and closer to God when we get away from others of our kind and commune with nature. I suppose that just illustrates our fallibility. For all that it read really well.

  5. It is important to have your own personal the song goes..there is peace in this..light and hope..i wonder if our gods are inside of us..watching..looking up..

  6. and knowing that He will raise us from the deepest is a relief if distant

  7. Thank you all for your lovely comments. This poem seems to create and atmosphere that allows for you each to read your own into it easily. I like that.

    For my part, I was raised non-religious until high school then placed in a Christian church congregation for the experience of that kind of community, where I was confirmed as a member. I never grabbed hold that well. Soon enough I faltered in my life and on the way down I met God (so to speak) but He wasn't Christian. Neither then am I.


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