Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Justice called me to speak
And I will not be silenced.
Resisting the Spirit fails, see?
Every knee and tongue will shout
Never ending wonder and praise,
Awe in the Divine’s awesome presence.
Let the boys try to stop me.
Every man will know God’s in
Every damn woman too.
2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, May 17, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This piece confronts the silencing of women’s voices in spiritual spaces and rejects the false authority that claims the Divine speaks through only one kind of body. Some fire does not destroy…it reveals.
- Category: Spiritual
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- In collections: Scorched Strays.
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Well written. Your poem explores the themes of empowerment, gender equality, and the divine presence of femininity in spirituality. It presents a strong assertion that both women and men can recognize and experience the divine, emphasizing that women's voices and perspectives are essential in discussions of justice and spirituality.
There’s a fire in this—raw conviction that won’t sit down or be talked out of standing tall,
Like a voice pushing through resistance just to say it believes what it believes, no matter the noise.
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