Maranatha: Cry of the Untouched Body
A poem about touch starvation and faith struggle, and a challenge to cliché advice.https://aspiringruth.wordpress.com/2026/10/07/maranatha-cry-of-the-untouched-body/
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Insomnia Ad Nauseum
here i am
#Anxiety #ChristianPoetry #doomscrolling #faithAndFear #GlassPlatePhotography #gothicPoetry #Insomnia #Love #mentalExhaustion #nighttimeReflection #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Prayer #religiousArt #sleeplessness #spiritualStruggle #tragicNews #Trust #Worry
again
losing sleep
worry my
companion
reading
news of
tragedy
in a vain
attempt
to grow so
exhausted
that i
drop off
when
prayer
should be
my only
friend
August 17, 2015 -
Worry Wart
The troubles of this passing day
weigh heavy on my head,
until I join the hollow-eyed,
the weary walking dead;
I stumble through the crumbling streets
where nameless fears are bred,
consumed by temoral things
and this mortal dread.
O, that this wart of worry
might be lifted from my head,
this small, persistent torment
on which my fears are fed;
that I might cease rehearsing
each bitter word unsaid,
and stop imagining sorrows
still waiting up ahead.
O, let me quit resisting
the road where I am led,
and trust the ground beneath me
though shadows o'er me spread,
for life is more than trembling
before the things I dread—
perhaps the path I fear to walk
leads to trust instead.August 8, 2015 (exp. 2026)
#Anxiety #burdens #ChristianPoetry #ContemplativePoetry #dailyTroubles #faithAndDoubt #Fear #Hope #innerTurmoil #LettingGo #mortalDread #PeaceOfMind #poeticReflection #SpiritualPoetry #spiritualStruggle #surrender #thePathAhead #Trust #walkingDead #WordPressTagsWorry #Worry #Writing -
Forevermore!!!
May God bless your day. Find my video of this poem on youtube at: https://youtu.be/RO8V235fkvc Forevermore!!!Gift from GodThis beauteous dayI lift my handsBegin to prayBeginning praiseMy face I raiseOh, this feeling of pure joyTo wish that othersYour eternity's blessingsAlso may enjoy!So all believers Enter the frayAs an ancient apostleOnce did sayPut on your full armorEven if it causes a slight clamorFight above satan's roarSo you may save many othersEach and every single dayBe brave!!Save […] -
Surrender
woe are we
birthed into adversity
blind to the realm of eternal possibilitythe prophet spake
the servant did a double take
suddenly saw the surrounding angelic host awakethese battles are not your own
for you strive not against flesh and bone
sit back and watch as your deliverance is sownJuly 2, 2015
#angelicHost #battleBelongsToTheLord #biblicalPoetry #ChristianPoetry #ChristianReflection #Deliverance #divineDeliverance #Elisha #eternalPossibility #eyesToSee #faithAndStruggle #faithPoem #GodSProtection #heavenlyArmies #hopeInAdversity #kingdomOfGod #notFleshAndBlood #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Prayer #propheticVision #religiousPoem #sacredPoetry #servantOfGod #spiritualAwakening #spiritualWarfare #unseenRealm #Writing -
CW: CW: Christian/religious poetry (not by me)
This was recommended to me by my undergrad adviser (may not be the right term, I mean the prof that was grading me on my honors thesis in undergrad) a decade ago.
I ended up not writing on it. I honestly struggled to understand it.
It's still a little hard to understand, but I think I get it a lot more now in this stage of life.
"Carrion Comfort" is a phrase that's been buzzing around my mind lately, for reasons I can't quite get into, but let's say I was thinking about how we as humans reach for lesser comforts when we're hurting.
(I'm doing well, btw, don't worry ;)
Carrion Comfort
By Gerard Manley HopkinsNot, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man
In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me
Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan
With darksome devouring eyes my bruisèd bones? and fan,
O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee?Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.
Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod,
Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, chéer.
Cheer whom though? the hero whose heaven-handling flung me, fóot tród
Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each one? That night, that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.#CarrionComfort #GerardManleyHopkins #Poetry #ChristianPoetry #ReligiousPoetry
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Backslider, Return
Same old battles, and always troubled
It didn't get better. My woes doubled
What's the reason? I'm totally floored!
Frustrated and weary, I left the LordBut where am I headed? I simply roam
Dare I think of going back home?
What, this time, will be made right?
I see no sun. Just the black midnight.A voice so sweet, and yet so stern
reminds me that I know where to turn
Years have passed. Is it too late?
I wonder. I ponder, and I wait.Time is passing. It's slipping away
Yesterday's gone. But there's still today
I'll never be happy. Never be whole
Until Christ is back in my soulDear God, I give up. I surrender all
Restore me, Lord. I've heard Your call
The way might be bumpy, rough, uphill
But I claim blessing, if I do Your will©2024 First Page by HeavenlyManna.net
https://heavenlymanna.net/christianArticle.php?article_id=1393
#Backslider #LostSheep #ChristianPoetry #ChristianPoems #Inspirational