Poems Or Prayers

Earlier on in the year I seemed to have a barren spell with regard to poetry, I had the odd idea or lines, but couldn’t put anything together, very often I would forget them before I could even record them or if I did write it down, I just couldn’t get it to work, many times I just left everything half finished.

When I first started out trying my hand at poetry, I was very insecure about it, I was trying different things, different ideas, maybe trying too hard to form ideas with which I wasn’t particularly comfortable with, but gradually my poems formed into two areas, either covering my recovery from alcoholic to redeemed or just simply how I felt at the time.  I left behind just trying to make things out of my comfort zone and just seemed to write from the heart, rather than trying to force something out for the sake of it.

When things got a little dark towards the end of last year, then so did the poems, they were directly from where I was at the time, raw, but also real.

Then as I say things dried up, not that I wasn’t comfortable with what I was trying to write, I just couldn’t get my head into what I was trying to say, although I was in a good place mentally, I guess there was a period of drifting with things a little, maybe a time to not put too much pressure on myself after such a period of fighting so many things from my past.

Then a few weeks ago, I got the urge to finish all those half started poems, all those from the end of last year and earlier this year, everyone that was started was finished, some needed more thought than others, but when I picked them up again, they fell into place rather easily.

The response to some of my recent works have been extremely positive, not only in what I have written for myself, but that others have found comfort in the words also.

Some of the response to my poem Walk With Me on Sunday got me thinking yesterday morning as I walked to work, where do these words come from, are they mine?

As I have already stated, I tend to now write in two ways, about my journey or how I’m feeling.  But more often than not when I write about how I’m feeling, it tends to turn into a question and answer session between myself and God, it seems like I write out what is essentially a prayer I’m saying within my head, then I end it with answer from God to what I’m asking or how I’m feeling, simply….

I PRAY … GOD ANSWERS

When I write about my journey, particularly those early days when I came from the dark drinking, suicidal being, to move into the light and start a new walk, I feel I’m being reminded that whatever it is I feeling, however low I’m feeling or how hard I feel things are, that I just have to remember the miracles of those early weeks and what was done for me then, that if I can come through that, then how much more can I come through.

I can honestly say that I don’t feel insecure about writing poetry any more, now I see what I write as so much more.

HOW CAN YOU BE INSECURE ABOUT A CONVERSATION WITH GOD.

So, I guess I will keep writing, keep trying to inspire myself and hopefully others.

MULTIPLIED by NEEDTOBREATHE
Your love is like radiant diamonds,
bursting inside us, we cannot contain.
Your love will surely come find us, 
like blazing wildfires 
singing your name.

God of mercy, sweet love of mine,
I have surrendered to your design.
May this offering stretch across the skies,
these hallelujahs be multiplied.

Your love is like radiant diamonds,
Bursting inside us, we cannot contain.
Your love will surely come find us,
like blazing wildfires 
singing your name.

God of mercy, sweet love of mine,
I have surrendered to your design.
May this this offering stretch across the skies,
these hallelujahs be multiplied.

(Multiplied, Multiplied, Oh Multiplied)

God of mercy, sweet love of mine,
I have surrendered to your design.
May this this offering stretch across the skies,
these hallelujahs be multiplied.

These hallelujahs be multiplied.

Your love is like radiant diamonds,
bursting inside us, we cannot contain.
Your love will surely come find us,
like blazing wildfires singing your name. 

1 thought on “Poems Or Prayers

  1. Debbie

    I’m so thankful that you are writing from your heart and not worrying about it, because I know that God has a purpose for each poem. God bless you!

    Reply

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