Still More? No More! Poem by Dr Dolston L Morian

Still More? No More!

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My soul is in anguish no end is in sight - still more
My heart is filled with sadness - still more
No end of fears in my trembling mind
I pray for relief, if such I would find
But endless the plunder - Still more

In the battle of my darkened heart - still more!
I pray for an end to this journey of dread - still more
To be redeemed from this affliction - but still more
My God I cry Lord the pain is sore
Yet the flood bears on,
Oh Lord! - Pain? - still More!

I look for an end to the plight to this night of woe
My path is filled with horror - God still more
Feel the pangs of my waling heart - Yes still more!
I tried to get through but no vision to a door
I beheld a million of the enemy's darts-still more
They gain the advantage; I feel so poor
I burst asunder in tears -
No help- No! No! Still more.

Take hold of me my God I beg
I sink beneath the water's rushing roar
I plead for help with agonizing tears, but still more
No rest it seem I'll ever find - still more
No hope for my broken heart
Pain in my being - What? Still more!

Now the fright in my soul
Around me like steel is bent - still more
To hem me in for the kill - I'm sure
I am cornered against my will to defend
So I raise a soul cry to the Shepard on high
He beaconed - Pull over and be covered with my will

His jar of anointing now upon my head is pore
My dark night is gone I see the light from His open door
The darkness of my fear had blocked my way
His loving presence! End the trouble of my feeble clay
I am home It's done by His Word I see His bow of ray
Still more?
No! No more! No more!

Friday, January 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: broken heart
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On a night when troubles overwhelm me and the darkness of hate piled up on me.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

A wonderful work with triumphant tones that overcome the gloom and desperation of post modern life. Well done my brother!

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His jar of anointing now upon my head is pore My dark night is gone I see the light from His open door The darkness of my fear had blocked my way His loving presence! End the trouble of my feeble clay I am home It's done by His Word I see His bow of ray Still more? No! No more! No more!

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Jazib Kamalvi 23 January 2020

Such a nice start, Dolston. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.

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Dr Dolston L Morian

Dr Dolston L Morian

Mabaruma Essequibo, Guyana
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