How Long

How Long

A Poem by Bluerealis

How long will I be

until I can listen?

How long will it take,

for me to understand?

How long is it

until I surrender completely?

 

These questions...

These questions...

These questions...

Only You have answers so full.

You breathe over the knolls

in sunrays that answer in whispers.

I'm too deaf, too dumb, to hear.

 

How long will I be

in hiding?

How long will it take

for me to follow?

How long is it

until I let go completely?

 

Just take me.

Wrap Your fingers around my arm,

lead me to the glittering horizon.

I need to stop. To pray.

To listen.

 

© 2008 Bluerealis


Author's Note

Bluerealis
This is just a poem off the top of my head. More thoughts than art.

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This is an excellent piece. I like the emotion and way you asked the question "How long will it take". I think that we all have asked that same question at one time or another.

"These questions...

These questions...

These questions...

Only You have answers so full.

You breathe over the knolls

in sunrays that answer in whispers.

I'm too deaf, too dumb, to hear."


I like this stanza a lot. I think that it says that the answers are there, but we have to be open to hear them. A lot of times though, that is the problem. We are not open to hear, but yet we still ask. Good Poem. Very thought provoking. Thank you for sharing this!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


I ask myself the same questions almost every day. Great insight into how our human attachment into this world hinders our relationship with God.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Bluerealis
Bluerealis

Mequon, WI



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I'm a writer, a listener, a people-watcher, and I stick to myself mostly. Although I can be harsh at times, my hope is to live for Christ, and to learn more of the Word each day. Jude 22,23 more..

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