Is there a saving place
where the spirit goes to wait
suspended in a state of grace
while flesh continues to wage
unwinnable war against worldly
entanglement and bodily entrapment
of the longing human soul?
where heaven proceeds
in shearing tangence
to this willing earthen
vessel and grave--
in solemn parallel,
a whispering beggar
beckoning forward our
sure and final release?
always much thinking to be done after reading your excellent work. agree with david here, this is biblical and almost like you are asking god himself (or herself, it is the 21st century after all) the questions you pose.
Very inspirational this elp ; you seem to hover beween worlds in your work dipping into the void. I like Shearing tangence - like a tectonic plate shift . As an afterthought it is only after sudden shocks and unexpected change that truths can be revealed - the hardest way.
A beautiful poem. Ray
David's comments summed it up better than I could. I read it through a few times yesterday, and again this morning. This also really flows so well..Thanks elP
elPintor
Sun 15th Jan 2017 00:49
Hey, David..
You know, as I wrote this, somewhere between the first and second question, I got this picture of a sphere turning within and at odds with another sphere. I had a hard time expressing it in words, but I couldn't have summed it up any more concisely if I tried. You're right on the nose, my friend, in discerning a most important facet of what I was trying to convey.
Good to hear from you,
elP
ps
I really like the phrase, "drudgery of hope".
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elPintor
Mon 16th Jan 2017 15:49
This is a deep subject for me that I find a bit difficult to address in a few sentences. I find that I'm in such awe many times, that I'm rendered speechless. So, I truly appreciate your willingness to broach it so openly in all of your comments. Thanks so much for your kind words.
elP