lord, help mE.
you are Not felt
now That i acted.
Is this my undoing?
why Call me forth
and then Entice me
to render me Dun?
still, i do Trust you.
yes, Hear that i do
Ever put my faith
in Necessary motion.
i call out, Exiled and
hurt, “foul!” eXperience
reminds, I’ve been here—
the Loser for skipping
Existential truth stones on
the Dead sea of denial.
Poet’s Note:
The first in a new series, The Rutted Road, exploring faith, consequence, and the long aftermath of belief.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 10, 2026.
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For those that don't understand who are narrow minded, that lack the ability to see beyond their nose then such stones are not stones but cow dung. Some can not see the diamond in the coal. Well written my friend
Soren, thank you…this lands with real clarity. You’re naming the risk of shallow seeing, and that feels exactly right for this piece. Much appreciated, my friend. 🪨🙏🖤🛤️
You are most welcome my friend it is my pleasure
Well written. Your poem revolves around feelings of despair, existential questioning, and the search for faith during difficult times. The poet grapples with feelings of abandonment and confusion, wondering about their purpose and the reasons behind their suffering. Yet a feeling that reflects a deep internal conflict and a yearning for reassurance and understanding, indicating a struggle between faith and doubt.
Friendship, I’m grateful for this response. You captured the wrestling at the heart of the poem…the confusion, the yearning, and the refusal to walk away even when God feels distant. That you saw that means a great deal to me. Much appreciated, dear friend! 🪨🙏🖤🛤️
You're so welcome.❤️
Good write T. That glugger been exiled?! lol.
No glugging way, It could be heard even from the depths of the dead sea of denial. Meaning even the Dead Sea of Denial couldn't deny the damn glugging! 🤣
Yes, there's skipping stones, but he never skips a chance to...... don't finish that! lol.
Glug!
You`re on an Odyssey, Tristan! Ain`t that a trip? Gotta admit, I like it, when you venture down these paths.
Mutley, that made me grin…an Odyssey feels about right some days. 🤣 Thank you so much, my friend. 🪨🙏🖤🛤️
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