Sunday, November 27, 2011

Hopeless Prayer

I would like one day when it was not a struggle--
To know ease in the morning,
All the way to the midnight chime.

Devil won't let it happen.
Devil not about to let such ease be mine.

Wish I felt sweet Jesus near me.
Wish I felt that holy shine.

Instead, each day is fret and trouble--
Dodge the devil in the morning,
Cheat the reaper at the midnight chime.

Wish I felt sweet Jesus near me.
Wish I felt that holy shine.
_________

25 comments:

Brian Miller said...

life is a toil...very lyrical shay...if faith had to be felt is it really?

you are pumping out poetry today..

Cloudia said...

always felt the same.
magickly (age? REIKI? Apt? Hawaii?) I find myself living happily - ease (not PANIC!) in the morning.


I wish the same for you, even if it louses up your poetry production. better you should be too happy and relaxed to write it down. . .

fond Aloha from Waikiki

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Sherry Blue Sky said...

You know how I relate to this poem! I love the voice: "Devil not about to let such ease be mine."

hedgewitch said...

Coal's whisperin in your ear in the wee hours. I can hear that blues guitar of hers (hitting the bass player's head)The way I look at it is, if God were so damn sweet he wouldn't try to blackmail us into worshiping him, but then that's just something I picked up at Satan's Reform School for Wayward Girls. Dig those toenails in girl--there's another weekend coming.

Sioux said...

This poem brought to me the spirit of Cool Hand Luke (or perhaps his mother).

Jeeze--is there anything you cannot do? Perhaps one of us (not you) should launch a contest--the winner finds a poetic form that Shay fails at or the winner thinks of a topic that Shay cannot write an incredible poem about.

I'll start working on the offical rules now...

Kerry O'Connor said...

This has the feel for me of an old spiritual song of the South, in the longing for a better way against the odds.

Hannah Stephenson said...

I wish for you moments of rest and relief. xo

Mama Zen said...

This feels like reading my own heart.

Sheila Moore said...

Me too.

Daryl said...

Didnt your mother ever tell you dont touch shiny things?

Marion said...

He is near you, as near as your own heartbeat. xoxo

Psalm 91:4 "He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection."

Helen said...

When you reach my age, the wish is 'let it be.' Great writing, as always.

Shawna said...

Amen, sister.

Love this line: "Wish I felt that holy shine."

Lynn said...

This is kind of a chant, isn't it?

Heaven said...

I hear you sister ~

Though I hope not all days are troubled ~

Great write ~

Laurie Kolp said...

I know what you mean... prayer right when I wake up helps me.

Marian said...

sing it, sister.

Ella said...

I love the lyrical tone and how we all know this tune! Well Done~

myheartslovesongs said...

i feel the shine whenever i read your words, Sista! ♥

Mary said...

I like this very much! I can hear it being sung!

ellen abbott said...

Jesus may love you but the devil gives you the good stuff.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm happy to have the opportunity to read this poem again - just love the rhythm.

Mary Ann Potter said...

Your poem is like an old song. Absolutely captures the rhythm of an old spiritual. Wonderful, wonderful!

Mystic_Mom said...

AMEN! This really sang to me today. Thank you!

Jinksy said...

Definitely a heartfelt song, full of longing...