I looked at you with wide eyes,
You were my universe.
My entire world
My ecosystem
My sanctuary
My solace
My own
Mine.
Not possessively,
But you were
Where
I
belonged.
If I was strong,
It was
You.
You taught me
Right from wrong,
To always sing justice’s song,
To be like Moses,
No matter what the world poses,
To stay in the Lord—strong.
To know when it doesn’t add up
And to never play along;
To never join the throng,
But to say true
In resisting
Wrong.
But now
It seems
All that
Goes
Up
Like
A
B
o
n
g
.
It
saddens me to no end that you
now seem to be singing a differ-
ent song. For the first time in my
entire life, I finally understand
what it was like to be Moses
coming down off of Mt. Horeb,
all aglow in the presence of the
LORD, to find that his very own
had deserted the very ways they
had raised him up to lead them in.
A mixture of tears and fire that
combine in the most transcendent
and transformative ways, righteous
anger exploding out at the blasphemous
ending of all that was ever put into sacred stone.
This, my beloved, is where I now find myself standing.
Forever my duty to love—to that duty am I a slave—
But love is a sword that cuts
To the tune of truth.
It will not, cannot
be deceived.
It stands
firm
and
r
e
a
d
y
.
If you cringe at my singing, know it is the song you taught me.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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So it was me who taught you! lol.
š¤£ Indeed. I warned you you would come to regret it! š¤£ Much appreciate your time, comment and the laugh, my friend. ā¤ļøš
Very personal yet so applicable it reaches me personally. For those with the anchor of faith they remain in one place but to those adrift currents carry them to other shores. They may remain the same people but now separated by oceans of belief. Again loved the format that funneled one down to single word thoughts. We are all sailors on a vast sea.
Indeed. When those shores, though, are contradictory to everything they once stood for, not necessarily just in their faith, but in their very core values and behaviors, that is where the Moses (to use a Biblical allusion) moment happens for me. Less on where their faith takes them and more on the dark shift in their soul. If that makes sense. All the same, I really do value this interpretation because it is so very true. We are very much all sailors on a vast sea, and this poem does speak to that. ā¤ļøš
Do agree some sailors become pirates and those have to be avoided
Argh! I agree, matey! š“āā ļø Okay, I couldn't help that! š¤£ But yeah, all jokes aside, for real! Thanks again, my friend! šā¤ļø
Faith is interconnected and sometimes we travel at different speeds and intensities. We could only run our course, pick a line/lane and follow through. Some appear to fall behind, but the Game Master knows best the Game Plan, I am so waiting to be surprised at the End Game!
Indeed my friend. Though I fear some, especially nowadays, might not be particularly keen on the surprise. Thank you so much for your time and interpretation. Much appreciated!
Surprise indeed! Iām surprised people steer into it even with Prophecy right under their noses. š¤š«¢šš»š
A great, emotional poem, really resonated with me. Enjoyed the read!
Thank you, my friend. Glad it delivered. Your time and feedback are always appreciated! ā¤ļøš
You're very welcome!
I see division or separation here where once there was unity. Whether personal or in politics or even faith, that is one huge challenge to contemplate. You have to be true to yourself. Another fine write dear Tristen. I admire very much your prolific poetry. Your muse serves you very well indeed. Mine needs her arm twisted š
Thank you, Cassie! Much appreciated. It is a huge one to contemplate, indeed. Thank you for your time and for your astute feedback. Indeed, wise words. We have to remain true to who we are. Again. much appreciated, my friend! ā¤ļøš Your encouragement keeps me inspired, though I have to admit my muse can need a good arm twisting, too, sometimes. I love your work, no matter how you've skilled yourself in getting your muse to cooperate. š
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you Tony! ā¤ļøš
You're welcome
A terrific poem and
poetic pictorial!! šš¤©
Intriguing and mesmerizing,
AND "artfully woven"! āāā
My pleasure indeed to read!!
Thanks for sharing my friend
Best regards āļø šļø Thad
Thank you, Thad! Glad you enjoyed it and I hope your weekend rocked, my friend! š¹š
I often feel disillusioned when people change their colours, especially those who had been my guiding light. This poem has put in words and verses the feeling of disilusioment and anger. I wish I could write something like this. Great work
Thank you, my friend. I have no doubt you could. I love your work. I am glad that the poem and its emotions came through. Indeed, it is so disheartening and disillusioning when people change so drastically. Thank you for getting it and for sharing your thoughts! šā¤ļø
You are most welcome š
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