Within

sorenbarrett

God is in the rain, liquid tears of joy and pain
God is in the air, an open gift that all do share
God is fire, scouring, sacred purifier
God is the earth, cradle of our birth
Giver of life and taker as well, casting over all his spell
Quenching thirst, drowning by flood, ruler over dust and mud
He breathes the gentle breath of life, fills us with peace quelling strife
Blows with power of destruction, clearing a place for reproduction
She purifies and consumes from crumbling tombs to birthing wombs
From under her shawl her breast nourishes large and small
Then with a banshee call, her shadow hand buries all

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  • orchidee

    Good write SB. KP was breathing but had bad breath. It's the sewage I been feeding her. lol.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Orchi for your review and comment. Now I understand why some people down here are as they are. Sour breath for sour people.

      • orchidee

        How's the dodgy-wigged one there in USA?

        • sorenbarrett

          Don't know keeping my distance further south of the border out of range

        • Teddy.15

          Yes, indeed. Happy thanksgiving 🦃 my dear sorrenbarret 🌹

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you very much my friend for your read and wishes they are most kind. An odd situation as to the holiday it is, brought up in the U.S. I feel it, being in Brazil at the moment I don't celebrate it, having family I have to wish it, and receiving the wish from you in a land that doesn't celebrate it I would wish it to you as well but somehow it feels odd. Have a marvelous day regardless.

            • Teddy.15

              💜

            • rebellion_in_sanity

              Wow- 'She purifies and consumes from crumbling tombs to birthing wombs' what a line!!!

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you so much for the read my friend your comments are most appreciated

              • Friendship

                Your poem explores the omnipresence of God in nature and the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. It portrays God as a force inherent in natural elements, suggesting a deep connection between the divine and the world around us. Yet the poet aims to evoke a sense of reverence for nature and a deeper understanding of the holy, encouraging readers to find the sacred in their surroundings and to reflect on the interconnectedness of life and death.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you so much Friendship for the review and interpretation that is pretty much spot on as to the intent I had when I wrote it. Your kind words are most appreciated.

                  • Friendship

                    You are most welcome, my friend

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Soren… the way you braid breath, power, and ruin… it’s stunning. You caught the divine in every element without flinching from the cost. This one lingers and is a personal fave For me, it speaks to the reality of God's omniscience far better than most. I am personally panentheist: God is both in everything, but also transcends everything. This poem speaks to God within, which is as important to me as God outside. For all those reasons and a more, a personal fave.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thanks so much Tristan I consider myself a pan physicist in many respects so what you say makes a lot of sense to me. I appreciate your comment deeply and what you express is what I had in mind when it was written. Raised in traditional religion I have long ago departed and returned to nature.

                      • Tristan Robert Lange

                        Indeed. While I appreciate religion and what it attempts, and sometimes pulls off, that appreciation comes from deeply knowing and experiencing its failings too. Indeed, nature is far simpler than we allow for! LOL! That is true when it comes to physical nature and certainly, as I see it, spiritual nature too! Anywho, you are most welcome, my friend, and a very Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.

                      • Paul Bell

                        This could be god saying, play by the rules, I'll look after you.
                        Don't play by the rules, you perish.
                        The earth is a great place, it provides for us, sadly we don't look after it, so if people perish it might just be a warning to try harder.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you Paul for the read and kind words they are as always most appreciated. Yes God a word whether God, Dios, Deus, Gott, Dio, Dieu, ELOHIM or what ever it is the same. For me it is nature. All have their rules.

                        • Paul Bell

                          This could be god saying, play by the rules, I'll look after you.
                          Don't play by the rules, you perish.
                          The earth is a great place, it provides for us, sadly we don't look after it, so if people perish it might just be a warning to try harder.

                        • Goldfinch60

                          Good one soren.

                          Andy

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thank you Andy for reading and for the words of support they are appreciated



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