Friday, 15 March 2013

Faith meets fear

Bethlehem carving
Buried deep inside, ready
Held in hopeful prayer

Lifted from the fear
Transported into pure love
Yet with no movement

Fingers move slightly
Attracted to the painful
My heart skips a beat

Pain floods through again
Words remembered forever
Weigh me down once more

Xxxxx

This was written for the following prompt at real toads:

Imagine you hold a bag which contains two objects: one which can heal and one which can harm. Only you may identify these two objects through touch, texture, shape-recognition and imaginative exploration. Which object would you withdraw first? Does the good out-weigh the bad, or is harm something that cannot be prevented? Use one of these two items as the starting point of your poem and move towards the other in conclusion. It is up to you whether you will begin with the healing or harmful thing. Lastly, the hidden objects may be either real or abstract. 

11 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautifully done. Thoughtful work.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Fingers move slightly
Attracted to the painful
My heart skips a beat

I think you have captured the movement from fear to faith so well--Lovely write!

Heaven said...

I like the hopeful prayer ~

Kay L. Davies said...

So true, Emma. Fear and faith are incompatible.
K

Kerry O'Connor said...

I guess faith is a constant ward against fear. You worded your piece very well - I felt the movement from light to dark and back again.

Mixi said...

Faith vs Fear. All too often, one "indulges" in religion out of fear of God, thus defeating the entire purpose of having faith in God's love.

Mary said...

Sometimes those words just won't be stilled, despite one's faith.

listeningdaisy said...

I love the way movement plays a part in this peace. I also enjoy the way you formatted.

listeningdaisy said...

I love the way movement plays a part in this peace. I also enjoy the way you formatted.

Sini Rachel said...

Too profound..I really could not figure out the symbolism of Bethlehem carved.
The second part was more clear.
Is it referring to faith without any action? Backsliding ?

Susie Clevenger said...

We struggle with so many things...rail at our imperfections, but love is there to bring us back if we let it. A beautiful poem!