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Whys and Wherefores
by *rainonwednesdayWhys and Wherefores
Don’t misunderstand me,
I really do believe in prayer
I believe God is listening
I believe he always cares
And
I believe that when you ask for yes
He sometimes says no
And don’t get me wrong—I know it’s for the best
I know, I know.
But
It’s far easier to believe in the tangible
The things I can believe in because they’re there
When the circle of life fractures into angles
When the hospital bed is my easy-chair.
Yet
I’ve continued to have hope, for I know no otherwise,
I offer praise for His power, his love and glory
And then think on all my prayers and to summarize--
There have been an awful lot of no’s” lately.
Which
Causes me to wonder if I’m asking correctly
Or if asking Him means anything at all.
I often wonder if He even likes me
Or if he’s setting up my fall
If
That’s it, I’ll know why my prayers return to sender
And why your prayers for me are too rejected
If He doesn’t want to intercede, then I surrender
And then though alone, I will not feel neglected.
Finally--
I believe in God and prayer
I am sure that Ha can see
But it doesn’t mean that He’ll be there
In these hours where I’m in need.
So say a little prayer, shut your eyes tight
It’s like making a wish, I guess—you have to do it right.
It is very well done
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You may want to buy a blender.
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So you can drink it all in.
If I made you think, I feel special.
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"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."
---Edvard Munch
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You may want to buy a blender.
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So you can drink it all in.
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"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."
---Edvard Munch
Get to know me: [link]
Then you get the 'There have been an awful lot of no’s” lately. thing; you're asking and it's just silence and crickets all the way. What do you do? You're sitting there and you 'wonder if I’m asking correctly'.
Like you say there, it is easier to go with the tangible.
And yet...you're dealing with something that made everything including rules, but is outside them. You have no 'real' way to show it's really there - you have to have faith; because it's the bridge to 'outside of it all' which you cannot be completely part of or understand (until death I suppose).
I think where I was going was: the piece you've written there kind of shows what happens with faith - when the tangible and 'reliable' delivers and God doesn't it's easy to just drop off and give up. The poem doesn't do that though - it keeps going despite that, but it ackowledges -
'I believe in God and prayer
I am sure that Ha can see
But it doesn’t mean that He’ll be there
'In these hours where I’m in need.
At least not in any way you can feel - it's trust; faith.
If I wasted your time with that I am sorry, but the idea in my head is like an eel - it keeps wriggling away when I try to pin it down.
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You may want to buy a blender.
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So you can drink it all in.
you've picked up the central theme pretty well, this is how i see it:
i believe in God and prayer and that prayers are answered but sometimes not and i'm praying for something and getting turned down and i'm wodering what, if anything, i'm doing wrong--then i re-iterate that i do have faith, even though i don't have faith that God is going to do anything for me.
is that kinda what you see too?
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"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."
---Edvard Munch
Get to know me: [link]
You got it.
By the way, on the rhythm thing, I'm pretty slow to pick up on it (I normally only get it after reading through a second time) but with this one I got it straight away - so I at least think it's sound.
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You may want to buy a blender.
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So you can drink it all in.
So you have a really keen eye to even recognize some rhythm!
Thanks so much for your comments on this poem. I love knowing someone cares out there!
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"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."
---Edvard Munch
Get to know me: [link]
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If you care to see the poem that spawned this one, here it is: [link]
thanks again!
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"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."
---Edvard Munch
Get to know me: [link]