Uriah Hamilton


God At The Bus Stop - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Walking at midnight
Fragile in the rain,
I watch the streetlamps sway
And the headlights gleam
Along the lonely avenue.

Feeling alone
As the gentle poems
Drift in and out
Of dark bars
And all-night
Party store parking lots,
I write my soul
On the page of the city.

Everything is salvation
Mingled with sadness;
I wait for God at the bus stop.


Comments about God At The Bus Stop by Uriah Hamilton

  • (2/13/2010 9:46:00 PM)


    My dear Uriah, this is exceptional. Great
    atmosphere, and beautiful, profound imagery
    that cannot fail to touch the souls of
    your readers. My applause.

    Always your friend,

    Sandra
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  • (2/7/2010 5:13:00 AM)


    love representation of the city (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2010 5:11:00 AM)


    rain, dark bars, loneliness- you build the mood and then the final lines...
    so touching; God at the bus stop

    thanks

    Mamta
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  • (2/7/2010 4:34:00 AM)


    I can just picture you walking through the night surrounded with these thoughts dear Uriah. The image of the 'dark bars' and parking lots in the second verse would make anyone feel as intensely as you describe. Fine penning from a poet at the height of his powers. (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2010 4:16:00 AM)


    Guess we all have our ticket - Heaven or Hell (Report) Reply

  • Callie Carroll (2/7/2010 3:31:00 AM)


    This is excellent. EVERYTHING IS POETRY! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 14, 2010


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