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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Fortitude is endurance’s friend.
Riding miles, hundreds of them—
Always under suspicion for
Never taking unnecessary sides.
Circuit riding turned into hiding.
Isolated even when in company.
Still, nothing will stop this cause.
Agency moves against the grain,
Severed from conflict with authority.
But what happens when that intervention
Unilaterally creates an organization
Religiously set to consume itself?
Yet, greatness fathers future failures.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, May 31, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This piece explores the complicated legacy of influence. Every movement begins with conviction. Every institution begins with movement. The distance between the two is often measured in generations.
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well written much enjoyed
Thank you, Norman! Grateful you stopped by and spent time with the poem, my friend. 🎭🖤🪞🙏
most welcome
Good write T. Popeye says I'm 'naughty' for avoiding (?) a poem on the Trinity on this Trinity Sunday in the church calendar.
In simplest terms it's like 3 leaves on a clover; or the tea, milk, and sugar in a cup of tea!
He of course refers to 3 leaved spinach plants - which exist for him, even if not found anywhere else. lol.
Thank you, Orchi. 😄 Haha! I suspect Popeye's theology begins and ends with spinach. Three leaves on a clover? Three leaves on a spinach plant? Close enough for him. 🎭🖤🪞🙏
Yes lol.
This poem Tristan combines Acrostic, Tribute, Historical, Religious all into one. That is masterful
Soren, thank you so much. That means a lot coming from you. I knew there were several moving parts in this one, and I was hoping they would work together rather than compete with one another. I'm grateful you felt that balance. 🏠🙏⚖️🖤
My pleasure my friend
This very clever.Quite a lot in a small space.From Fortitude to endurance and failure.Its all hereExcellent.Made me think.
David, thank you so much. That journey from fortitude and endurance to failure is exactly what interested me here. Not because I think Asbury failed...quite the opposite. I think he succeeded beyond what he could have imagined. The irony is that success creates institutions, and institutions have a way of solidifying over time. The poem wrestles with that shadow side of success...how movements can become organizations, and organizations can eventually become consumed by preserving themselves. I'm glad the poem gave you something to ponder. Thank you, my friend. 🏠🙏⚖️🖤
Well done. Your poem deals with themes of endurance, isolation, conflict with authority, and the complexities of human agency within organized structures. It raises questions about how collective efforts can both support and undermine individual causes.
Friendship, thank you, my friend. I think that's exactly the tension I was wrestling with here. Movements often begin by challenging the status quo, but given enough time they can become the very thing they once opposed. 🐎🕯️🔥🙏
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