I figured the first poem on my official poetry blog should be something that I’ve come back to. Something that I’ve previously started, but never finished–the way my poetic journey has always felt to me.
Worship
I miss the sound of worship
Music pounding
Eyes closed
Hands raisedAnd I wonder what happened
Heart cold
Disconnected
AloneIs it The Presence
Or emotion
Or faith
Or emptiness fulfilledLike a man lost in the desert
My throat is parched
I thirst
I stumble
I’ll definitely come back to this and make a few changes. Just wanted to start with something fresh.
Will, I’m glad you shared this poem. It speaks to an experience I have felt in the last several years — for me, the loss of faith, and especially, of the ability to share a common faith, in public. The connection between “thirst” and “stumble” is one I feel that I know. Thank you.
Joseph Ross
September 16th, 2007
Thanks, Joseph.
I’m glad that you could identify with this piece.
Walking the line of faith and life is a tightrope at times.
Will
September 16th, 2007