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Thrice Blessed (Thoughts On God From An Agnostic)
by J. P. DaviesGod was never there to hold me;
He never took my hand.
There was always a poignant silence
when I asked for guidance and strength.
I cast off God
to the winds of quiet nights
that mutter in pine trees.
He would always remain
just a turn of the page away,
he was never the one to save me.
But I saw a purpose last night
and some might call it "God".
It was a smile, reflecting eyes,
shining out that they were free.
I always believed that God
never gave me a step up.
But I have met angels
with truth in their eyes.
They have been there to hold me,
to take my hand, and give me strength.
So call it what you will,
if it's God let it be him.
For I have been many times blessed
with a shoulder to cry on,
a hand to cling to,
an ear to listen.
So thank you,
for sending what I need
just when I need it.
Not many could ask more
than to be thrice blessed
with angels. 07/21/2004 Author's Note: Call it god, call it whatever you like. I have been sent the exact female companion I needed to save me three times.
Posted on 07/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/22/04 at 04:54 PM Maybe agnostic, but a lot of faith in a higher power runs nicely throughout this. Thanks also for your comment on 'Dad.' Yeah, I'm not entirely happy with that second stanza...kinda weak compared to the others. I'll have rexamine it. Cheers! |
| Posted by Mike Loftis on 09/13/04 at 02:35 AM Not at all what I expected from the title. This is an exceptional write. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 12/04/13 at 10:24 PM a very worthy POTD. too many people look for God in a very specific, literal sense, and end up disappointed, forgetting that God is capable of subtlety. [that reminds me of the story of the lighthouse keeper.] you've dealt with that superbly. i'm very very glad i read this. |
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