Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Harboring hatred
Only annihilates the soul.
Weaponized religion
Acts out hate with impunity.
Respectability pitched—
Destruction of self: bought.
To the disinherited, Jesus belongs.
Harm haunts the disadvantaged.
Unity is not identity control.
Refuse to be the loudest,
Maturity is knowing when to speak
And when silence is the scream
Necessitated in the void.
Poet’s Note:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays series. This poem reflects on costly interior discipline under exterior pressure—where silence protects the soul from corrosion, even as resistance invites rejection—and how Jesus stands with those whose backs are against the wall.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 1, 2026.
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A great acrostic, are the lines in it inspired by Howard? Each has its own power and meaning. Very nicely done Tristan
Soren, yes… Howard Thurman’s theology is woven through this piece. Especially that conviction that Jesus stands with the disinherited and that interior discipline can be resistance. His work has shaped my spiritual imagination profoundly. I’m thankful you saw that lineage in it, my friend. 🕯️🌑🙏✨
Always most welcome my friend
Powererful work. Fantastic.
Thank you so much, Thomas! Glad it resonated, my friend! 🕯️🌑🙏✨
Silence is the scream - and now for some really deep comment from me, but wait...... a distraction..... it's the scream of hearing yet another glug! heehee.
We'll hear it through a padded cell too, it's so loud and so often. lol.
Orchi, “silence is the scream”… and there you are, hearing a glug through the padded walls. It's the effect of P and Co's incessant gluggery! It’s impressive, really. Even in theological reflection, the glugging gets the last word! Glug on, my friend. Glug on! 🤘😅 🕯️🌑🙏✨
We hear - and have heard - it so many times, that we even imagine hearing it in a padded cell. Argh! lol.
Yeah...padding is not glug proof! LOL! The glugs are inside...the glugs are inside! 😱🙀
For me a interesting write, totally endorse the Howard section and most of the Thurman section, but personally struggle with the Jesus part. Very strong worded statements that do energise the gray matter, enjoyed the read.
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