Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 109 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

My Sabbath Prayer - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

People prayers to you are them in asking, requests for guidance in them receiving something, them crying for worthless world's gifts having: worldly things them holding their delights to be had.

Comments stated with assurances in self as right, themselves true hearted in their conveyances, hid countless tears of their discomforting: I'm hearing shouts of, Oh God, please save me, please.

Calculation of week total has 168 hours in its seven days contained holding, this tally subtracting virtues spent in enduring, measuring deeds done in actual results, actualities in this given research.

From this 168 hours forty hours at the job (128) working, back and to jobs twenty hours (108) , us in leisure fifty-eight hours (50) , sleeping of forty-eight hours (2) : two hours (0) to worship to God.

Frightened by given conclusion of this study an assault against us in its declaring, proclaims unpleasing to hear, all seeing endless troubles enclosing: I present myself an evil like them.

Not worthy of God's good from my request, God left us to rule ourselves, me waddling among the ungodly waiting final end eternal happening: me judging not them, but not as them, lost.

I in beliefs exactly the same like them willing, trying to do best in all given task in performing, desiring to rule myself and me to handle my woes: coming me at times at my death at moments approaching.

In beliefs I am in life a servant helping, existence deriving happiness as I am serving, conducting me tasks at hand, myself coming to some unfolded fulfilling: a walk I take between light and dark.

No voice in journey I am having, only an obligation to me in self applying, defining in my search given tasks to me by me accomplishing them: tilling I in efforts grounds with tares among man.

I fumble in efforts bumbling as a jester, tumbling in mind thoughts coming apart seemingly to others, I upon past memories remembering: past echoes telling in their exposure my footsteps unheard.

Ignored nightmares I in sleepless having, bites on my back by ghouls in dream in attacks, assaulting torments at me by them as shadows, I am laughing: me standing here, I am proof of that.

Portals of death I have done surviving, realizing taught comprehension, I in you God trusting from my birth until my death: being so deep I in God's debt owing Him, me needing of help to regain self.

All said in truth dearly to clear my concern in my living being, I do have this request to ask from You from my heart to at least be heard: not just a desired intended wanting solely for me.

I pray unto the heavens, for You and every ones happiness: for peace on earth today.
My prayer not just for months or years, a fact to all serving for eternity, desiring everlasting love wave.

My prayer is for misgivings, sheep pasturing not to see wolves, grazing in an unrighteous meadow.
I pray for forestry rain, droplets fall with pure essence: all occurring in its seasonal place.

Sun to grow things flourishing green, tree with fruits, accompanied by herbs and grass to stay.
Love under clear blue skies, unions producing infants crying lungs: future seeds as our reaps.

Wishing fields of sounds of joy, my faith guidance to me: not I to be found and rescued.
Not me confused about certainties, lost in lies as given truth: so I can view actuality, clear.

Wish to protect the meek from con man plays,
so I can show service, I serve the throne as well.
Wishing all the hosts were happy with cheer, all safe from death, doubt and its fear.

Wishing to be inside, me at least at the back rear inside: me to be inside at the arrival of the new city gate.

My Sabbath Prayer.

Topic(s) of this poem: faith, worship

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Even how low I am, I do pray

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, December 18, 2015

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