Marooned Poem by Keith Hancock

MAROONED

Divinity's insouciant servants of the Light

Fly beneath my fears, over my plight,

Indifferent to my day as to my night.

Marooned in the humanity of my time,

Tired by glimpses of the divine,

Save me soon Lord, make me thine.


THE REPLY:

Marooned to solitude is your story;

Its contemplation leads you to my glory.

Love, understanding and compassion

Are the lessons of your life, your grace, your passion.

From the other side of Night,

I am your glory, your rescue Light …

1985.

(Nowadays I wouldn't use the words "God", "divine", "faith", "Divinity" or "Lord". And I would call "the light" Reality, such a Light being a unique part of Reality.

(PS: The word "faith" has been bothering me. It signifies lack of real spiritual experience. So as I returned to this poem with my doubt about the rightness of the word the real word arrived. So I have deleted "faith" and as you will see, have inserted the more meaningful word "grace") .

Keith Hancock, Publisher, mysticexperiences.net