A poem
Peace be with you, and with you amen
tell me friend do you suffer still?
Dear friend by the honest ring of your amen
I say there is no suffering any more
if you write to a mythical being presiding
over then you will feel pain
never again he said, peace you wished me
and I accept gratefully
our shared simple yet complex humanity.
You puzzle me dear friend, yet by validation
I admit I had reached stagnation
of my soul, no control over the dark clouds
threatening every day, I suffered
for all and even those I hadn’t yet heard
I wept even at the word…hate.
Friend think of it as the energy in the vine
or in the roots of trees, doing the work
without thinking of the stubborn clay
or what day it is or when will it rain again?
suffering lies in that refusal to grow
with Gods green energy abundant to all
so, amen again friend, amen.
Chris
Chris' Poetry 