Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I stand here at the
P
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c
i
p
i
c
Entirely alone,
Feeling empty.
It is finished—
Finished—completed—
Done.
Looking out—
Vision now reality—
Meaning meeting
The marrow
Of mercurial
Messaging,
Smoke smolders,
Smothering souls
Sucked into
Sanctimony—
Certain of their
Own salvation.
Disheartened,
I look away,
Not that I anticipate—
I never anticipate—
Because I cannot wait.
I cannot stay here,
I must move on
I must move on
From the sand
Under my feet.
I am no Jonah.
O Lord,
Either way,
Your will be done.
Amen.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 18, 2025.
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Tristan again the visual drop of precipice and the falling feeling of being alone like falling into an empty hole. There is no stopping in the fall. Sand like a sea where Jonah threw himself to be swallowed by a whale and taken in the belly of the beast to the depths. A metaphor indeed within a metaphor. An existential journey to the depths to find oneself and yes your will be done. Very nice my friend
Soren, this is such a thoughtful read…the precipice, the endless drop, the sand-sea, the Jonah descent. You saw every layer I tucked in there...and with Jonah it's two-fold, early on he ran from God and got swallowed by the beast...but at the end he got pissed and threw a tantrum in the desert because God forgave Ninevah. The play on Jonah here intends to hit both notes. Again, super grateful for your eye and your presence here. ⛰️🕯️👁️🗨️🙏
Most welcome Tristan
Congratulations on the book, will be receiving one soon as the 1st hits!
Yay! Thank you so much for your support, my friend! I truly hope you enjoy my poem and the other works in there. All very talented writers. Thanks again, brother! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
How many have stood at that high height, knowing their decision but feeling no fear, just freedom.
Tough end and the journey we all hope we never take.
Paul, this is a powerful read…that high place, that strange freedom, that road no one wants but sometimes finds. You understood the heart of this piece. Appreciate you, my friend. ⛰️🕯️👁️🗨️🙏
Good write Jonah, oops Tristan! Now it's made us think - did Jonah meet a certain glugging guy on the seas? lol.
Thank you sir! You can't sail any of them seven seas (strangely all connected, so are there really seven?) without hearing the glugging on the chugging boat named, Lady Spinach! 🤣
That glugging sailor guy has sailed all seven of the seas - or however many there are. lol.
The prophet finds no peace when he forsees an outcome that others cannot, and is powerless to stop. This poem is so well written, conveying the helplesssness of the visionary, when he sees humanity at risk. Exceptional!
Bella, this means a lot…you named the exact ache behind the poem. That helplessness when vision outruns what anyone else can see. Thank you for your time, astute feedback, and for feeling that with me. ⛰️🕯️👁️🗨️🙏
Your poetry always astounds me. Wisdom and insight abound, and the food for thought that you serve is a veritable feast. Thank you dear poet!
Wow, dearest poet, philosopher, and friend, I am humbled by your words. You are welcome. I am so glad that my poetry resonates and I am thankful for yours as well! Your support is much appreciated! Thank you from the bottom of my heart! ❤️
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