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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Mother Mary heard us,
Another answer to prayer.
Resurrection comes today;
Yesterday’s pleasure is pain.
Outcast, othered—smothered
From our own seduction—
Exiled by our own
Guilt, deep and profound.
Yesterday is a vanished today.
Posthumously, powers position
Themselves as our beneficiary.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 12, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This poem reflects on repentance, exile, and the strange irony that those once cast aside are often embraced only after their witness can no longer unsettle the powers that claim them.
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People experience guilt, suffering, and the hope of redemption, but the meaning of those experiences is often claimed, reshaped, or appropriated by larger powers, especially through religious or cultural symbols. There is so much grey in the middleman territory that could go either way.
Thank you, arqios. I think your read fits well. That tension between genuine redemption and what later gets built around it is exactly the kind of space I wanted the poem to inhabit. As you said, there's plenty of grey there, and I think that\'s worth sitting with. Always grateful for your thoughts, my friend. 🏜️🕊️🙏🖤
well written. Tristian, you are a man who works for God. Your poem explores themes of resurrection, guilt, and the dichotomy between past pleasures and present pains. It reflects on the complexity of human emotions, particularly how individuals are often exiled or marginalized by their own choices and feelings of guilt. The mention of "Mother Mary" invokes religious undertones, suggesting a search for redemption and understanding amidst suffering and dislocation.
Thank you, Friendship. Your comment genuinely caught me off guard, and I mean that in the best possible way. I'm grateful the poem resonated with you and that you took the time to share such thoughtful reflections. Thank you again. I truly appreciate, and thank God for you, my friend. 🏜️🕊️🙏🖤
I always saw many Bible stories as allegories and metaphors just are myths in general. This may be one more where our own internal guilt becomes personified in images of saints and gods. Lovely Tristan
Thank you, Soren. I think there's a lot of truth in what you're getting at. We do have a remarkable way of giving form to our deepest realities through story, symbol, and image. In fact, it is hard to imagine human existence without it. Always appreciate your thoughts, my friend. 🏜️🕊️🙏🖤
My pleasure Tristan
a deep write, crafted well my friend
Thank you, Norman. That means a great deal to me. I'm grateful you spent some time with this one and appreciate your encouragement, my friend. 🏜️🕊️🙏🖤
most welcome my friend
There’s a haunting spiritual weight here, where guilt, grace, and consequence wrestle beneath the surface.
The poem feels like a reckoning with the past, searching for resurrection after everything has been stripped away.
Thank you, Thomas. Your reflection means a great deal to me. That sense of reckoning and the hope of resurrection are deeply woven into this one, so I'm grateful they resonated with you. I truly appreciate you, my friend. 🏜️🕊️🙏🖤
Good write T. Mary's never answered any of my prayers - cos I've never prayed to her, not being Roman Catholic nor of other denominations that are into Maryolatry - or Mariolatry!
It's idolatry Popeye - Spinach-olatry! lol.
😂 Thanks, Orchi! I knew we'd eventually arrive at Spinach-olatry. Just don't let Popeye tell you Marian devotion began with Rome...it was around long before that. Of course, he'll probably insist the Apostles all carried emergency cans of spinach anyway. I keep telling him it's Narcan, not Spinach Can, but he won't listen while he glugs...or ever, for that matter! Wonderful seeing you, my friend. 🌯🚪☯️🙏
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