I Confess, My Lord Poem by Walter W. Safar
I Confess, My Lord
I confess, my Lord,
I'm no more of a believer than anyone else.
My sorrow is just like other sorrows, an endless journey to the unknown,
As is happiness; an invisible icon of life,
As is loneliness; the greatest monument to humility,
As are other emotions; invisible to the eye,
But so very visible to the human soul;
Oh, dear Lord, give me the strength to face the man in the mirror,
Like other dreamers; please be my fellow sufferer and traveller
On the road of dreams,
Like other sinners; please keep my soul from transgression;
Like all those in love; please put me in the dreams
Of this silent, dreamy, magnificent night,
Like all people; I call out to You when it becomes tough -
My soul is in Your hands.
I confess, My lord:
During these Christmas holidays my heart and soul
Open for all the people in the world,
Like the souls of all dreamers; for good people and bad people,
Like the hearts of all good-will people; for poor people and rich people;
Like the boys in our orphanage; for every human being
To be warmed up by the fire of love.
In this starry, magnificent Christmas night,
Many a turquoise ray shall touch many a heart.
I wonder, oh Lord:
Will the doors of the heart open for the orphanage boy? ...
And the poor abandoned boy,
His heart open for the entire world,
Used to sing with passion and expression through many a lonely night;
„Now, in the midst of winter, without a coat or family,
I wander from window to window...
From one happy family's door to another...
Dear people, if you only knew how cold it is
To be alone in such a holy silent night...
My song is my coat, and angels are my family,
I have no father, no mother, to have a sister is a mere wish -
Oh, me, an abandoned boy, sadly wandering around! "
Oh, dear Lord, I confess:
It was only yesterday when I was a flagbearer for hope,
And today... today I'm but an aged servant of the feather,
Like a weather vane on top of the world,
Showing the world
Whither the chilly wind blows,
My previously rebellious passion is still ablaze,
Like a candle in an old missionary's trembling hand, still showing the way:
From the badlands of the soul to the magnificent lovers' fountains,
From white solitary mountain peaks to green flowering valleys,
From cold winter nights to bright spring mornings,
From dark abandoned streets to endless horizons of love,
From heart to heart,
So that my own lonely heart
Finds the safe harbour of a loving heart,
For better or worse,
Like the heart of boys from many an orphanage.
Awesome poem with great imagery. Thanks for inviting me to read this wonderful poem. I quote few lines: Like a candle in an old missionary's trembling hand, still showing the way: From the badlands of the soul to the magnificent lovers' fountains, From white solitary mountain peaks to green flowering valleys, From cold winter nights to bright spring mornings, From dark abandoned streets to endless horizons of love, From heart to heart, .
servant of the feather? ? ? and i don't know why you threw in the parts about an abandoned boy, in a seemingly incongruous fashion. i doubt i've ever used incongruous before today, but i believe it fits, your use of semicolons also bothered me. the topic is compassion and i do feel part of the poem is meant to promote compassion, but overall the poem doesn't work for me. bri ) : but i seem to not agree with others who commented; how does such happen! ?
Oh, dear Lord, give me the strength to face the man in the mirror, Like other dreamers; please be my fellow sufferer and traveller On the road of dreams, Dear poet, your faith is contagious. i am very much affected by your poem and the message u wrote to us.. thank u. God bless you always. tony
As are other emotions; invisible to the eye, But so very visible to the human soul; I love this line... From the badlands of the soul to the magnificent lovers' fountains, From white solitary... ...to endless horizons of love, From heart to heart, So that my own lonely heart Finds the safe harbour of a loving heart, ...And the contrasts depicted above... signaling HOPE May you find your safe harbour. Well done!
Dear people, if you only knew how cold it is To be alone in such a holy silent night... My song is my coat, and angels are my family, I have no father, no mother, to have a sister is a mere wish - Oh, me, an abandoned boy, sadly wandering around! Very touching and heart-wrenching. He is our constant companion in a world where sometimes those around us don't understand. Blessing to you. Big 10
beautiful confession to the Almighty- Oh, dear Lord, I confess: It was only yesterday when I was a flagbearer for hope, And today... today I'm but an aged servant of the feather, Like a weather vane on top of the world, /// the servant of the feather like a weather vane on top of the world// touches me interestingly
Well done. God bless you. Thanks for sharing. Keep on writing.
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5/2/2024 3:32:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very well put and leaving nothing to chance