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The Question
by D. James McKee
Father are You there? My keyboard taps return
to me: empty, like the space beneath
beating wings, like the pause between
heartbeats, like the moment before
lungs expand, and I wonder will the next breath
ever come?
Father are You there? Buried deep in plastic letters,
my trembling fingers poke and prod, seeking the solid,
the symbols Divine, the meaning to define this thought,
this mortality, this sin soaked being, this soul so lost,
this far off son.
Father are You there? In my time of stress and emptiness,
will you come? Will You be the One to hold my hand
and stand beside me? Will You fill this dark and jagged
hole and restore my faith once more?
Father are You there? Have I fallen too far to find You?
With my filth of broken trust and sin, am I something
best left behind You?
Father are You there? With arms spread wide in welcome,
are You there? And do You Love me?
Do You still Love me?
06/03/2009 Author's Note: Based on Psalm 51:10-12. Winner of first prize in the UCW spring contest.
Posted on 06/03/2009
Copyright © 2024 D. James McKee
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/03/09 at 03:56 PM I suppose it isn't easy opening yourself up to the something as unknown as that, and I think this poem illustrates that quite well. Great use of voice, too. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 06/04/09 at 01:03 PM excellent flow within each stanza and throughout... |
| Posted by JD Clay on 06/05/09 at 02:02 PM This is a serendipidous poem. I say that because your series of questions actually transforms the message from a simple yet meaningful plea into a journey of self-discovery. In essence it is more than just a question. It's a lesson in life, whereby life is a test. A test of faith. A test that comes in the form of temptation, surrender, sacrifice and ultimately salvation just in the asking. This poem delivers. I also love how you've expanded (personified) the keyboard as your vehicle of expression. Brilliant! |
| Posted by Wayne Tate on 06/17/09 at 02:10 AM This was so profound and real D. So beautiful and raw. Thank you for sharing this D. This poem deserves first prize. Sunning and brilliant. Thank you for sharing. It's a favorite. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/02/09 at 01:15 PM Thank you for this, D. I wrap my arms around this poem and the soft reply I know is there. |
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