i sit here—cry—
not that i wonder
why?
hunted—will i be saved—
i won’t play a lyre
while affixed to
a pyre.
what can really be said?
what can i do
but sit here and
wait?
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First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 1, 2025.
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I read “the sound before faith” as a poem about the raw space before belief, like when you’re stripped of answers and left only with waiting.
The opening cry isn’t confusion but inevitability. The refusal to “play a lyre / while affixed to a pyre” rejects false consolation, insisting on honesty in suffering.
What remains is silence: not yet faith, not quite despair. It’s the cry before belief, the pause before resolution; uncomfortable, but deeply human. 🙏🕊️
You are spot on in your read, my friend. Either before belief...or before one enacts their belief and takes that step of faith, which can be costly, of course. The silence, the uncertainly...the silence remains in that moment. Thank you so much for your astute read and analysis, dearest Rik! Always appreciated! 🕯️🤍🙏🕰️
Somewhat like a split second of hesitation. 🕊️🙏
Exactly. Somewhat like that. I’ve been pondering further...belief and faith work together, of course, but they aren’t necessarily the same. One can “believe” something and still hold back from fully trusting it. You see that in religion: the nominal believer who assents to the creeds but doesn’t live them. Maybe true faith, whatever it’s placed in, always moves us to act from the heart. Belief can contain faith, and faith belief…but the line between them still matters, I think. 🤔 Anywho, alway thankful for the deep engagement. Us pondering folk need to ponder together! 🤣 I truly appreciate you! 🕯️🤍🙏🕰️
Ah! Everything we “do” can be seen as coming from true faith and everything we don’t move on somehow demonstrates a “lack” of true faith.
Well, in some instances maybe, but I’d say it’s not so much that “doing” proves faith or “not doing” shows its lack. For me, faith itself is always in motion…even in stillness. Sometimes waiting, wrestling, or silence are movements of faith too. And sometimes not acting…choosing restraint, trust, or surrender…can be the truest act of faith of all. I guess I’m still musing this through…and I am certainly thankful for you musing with me my dear friend…it’s what we poetic-types do! 🤣🕯️🤍🙏
Ah yes, that was said so much better than my previous quip. 😍
At least we be quipping, and that brings me joy! Thank you my friend. I have written a connected poem to this as well. Maybe more will come, who know? LOL! 😝
And so we all are in this sphere of life where we observe all around us burning. A lovely write my friend and a fave
Soren, I really love how you phrased that...“this sphere of life where we observe all around us burning.” You captured the shared tension of it so simply and beautifully…that moment where everyone’s just watching, waiting, feeling the heat. Thank you for your read and interpretation, my friend. Always appreciated 🕯️🤍🙏🕰️
It is my pleasure Tristan
Popeye says he is waiting - for the No.7 bus. A completely irrelevant piece of info here, but he just had to say something, didn't he? C'mon now Popeye, say something sensible, relevant, 'deep' even. He replies 'glug-glug! lol.
He didn't even have time to begin with a laugh. My God, he\'s gotten ravenous. And, Spinach Slushies now too? 🤮🤣
This is very close to something I myself went through just this week, powerful my dear Tristan. 🌹
Then that puts in a very similar place in spirit, barring circumstance, dearest Teddy. And there is comfort in that, my dear friend...because we\'re not alone in it. Thank you for sharing...truly. ❤️🩹🕯️🤍🙏🕰️
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