Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

I That Troddeth Through Flames of Hades To Burn

I That Troddeth Through Flames Of Hades To Burn

I that troddeth through flames of Hades to burn
Sheddeth my blacken, snakelike and scaly skin
As glowing embers scorch me, this I did learn
Man has no other course but to wallow in sin.

This dark world, its ungodly gifting of pleasure
Holds sweetest, that taste of our depraving lusts
As evil enfolds life and casts its false treasures
Its blackened winds destroy with their hidden gusts!

Pray tell, which saving grace awaits one's reaching hand
And will wield power, to a long, lost soul rescue
Doom and gloom are true shadows within this land
As rushing storms fly forth to envelope me and you!

As I pray, will you understand my great woe?
Should I run far away, will you too, dare to go?

Robert J. Lindley,
July 12th 1994, ( Why We Know God Exists )

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Vladislav Raven March 24, 2019 at 9:42 AM Hi Robert, once again your poetry does set afire my thoughts. You sing a dark song laced with truth. My friend, you are a master of true poetry. If I could write half as good as you, I would then call myself a poet. A wonderful, meaningful, dark write. A fave. Have a wonderful Sunday. Your friend always....Mike.

Rob Carmack March 21, 2019 at 10:55 PM "Man has no other course but to wallow in sin." got me thinking of all the Bible passages that support the "T" in the Calvinist "TULIP". I am not a Calvinist but I do like a lot of their preachers. Robert Lindley March 24, 2019 at 7:00 AM Thank you my friend. I am pleased this gav e you cause to think of the bible a nd its light ..

M. L. Kiser March 21, 2019 at 10:34 AM Well penned; Robert, have you ever thought about writing horror fiction, based on fact? You have a great deal of insight into the fears of humanity and see deep within the darkness, the truth. Robert Lindley March 24, 2019 at 6:58 AM THANK YOU MY GREAT FRIEND.

Carole Duet March 19, 2019 at 4:12 PM Wow! Talk about "hitting the nail on the head"...you did it again with this poignant and interesting poem, Robert. I think this is the kind of poem that appeals to everyone because sooner or later we all wonder if our sins will sink us or if our "reaching hand" will be grasped by an angel of God. Great poem. Robert Lindley March 20, 2019 at 3:52 PM Thank you my dear friend. I too believe that most of us have such inner questions in regards to our passing. It is just that most do not care to write about such a subject, IMHO.

Susan Mills March 18, 2019 at 8:22 PM This poem touches upon the dark places of my mind in every nook and cranny. You inspire me to write a dark poem. Robert Lindley March 18, 2019 at 8:32 PM Thank you for such a wonderful comment. I hope that you do write one and if so please notify me so I can read it.. Many miss the fact that dark poetry can express more about light, hope, goodness, kindness, charity, love, sorrow , mercy, faith, Heaven and God than one would at first think possible. Also express so very much about life and this human condition that we are prisoners in my friend.

Tom Cunningham March 18, 2019 at 3:57 PM Well written dark verse Robert, you are the master of dark verse. Tom. Robert Lindley March 18, 2019 at 4:43 PM Thank you my friend. I have been writing dark verse since age 15, I turned 65 this month, so that is 50 years of writing dark verse. Poe started me down that path, which I attempt to counter with verse not so dark.

Sunlite Wanter March 18, 2019 at 10:05 AM Classic writing as usual, Robert. You must be in a cynical mood today. Robert Lindley March 18, 2019 at 4:41 PM Thank you my friend. Maybe a bit , but this was presented imply because Andrew Fairchild's poem titled, I Lazarus , reminded me I had written this. I searched and found it, I written it 25 years ago.

Caren Krutsinger March 18, 2019 at 8:54 AM Your command of words is frighteningly apparent in this missive, my friend. Well done does not begin to "cut it". Robert Lindley March 18, 2019 at 4:38 PM Thank you my friend. So nice to see when a poem that has a a heartfelt message and depth is appreciated.