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The Great Yearning

Unquenching thirst in scorching sands With doleful steps as if once banned, From mother home, lost paradise While wandering wayward days and nights. As scorpions sting and vipers’ hiss With broken bones and loneliness, Filled with weeping, creeping, seeking More, crawling ‘long the desert floor. While raining rockets fill the skies Smoke and ashes blind the eyes, Hoping all the hellishness will end Praying silently to ascend. As dreams no longer ease the mind And all the saints you once thought kind, Have left you here to drift, bereft A solitary soul, misfit. In search of that lost pot of gold The one they say is Mighty old, And glistens with the light of love Ubiquitous mystery, soaring dove. Still stumbling, tumbling, moving on Faith shattered, battered, nearly gone, Yet mercifully a dimly lit discerning, Incessant, quiescent, Great yearning. © Terrell Martin, 02/10/2025

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Date: 2/18/2025 7:43:00 AM
Great penning Terrell, really enjoyed reading this piece with good imagery and expression. Have a great day,Gordon
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Date: 2/18/2025 10:56:00 AM
Hi Gordon, thank you for reading and responding here and in Soup Mail as well. I tried responding their but had trouble sending and will try again soon. Looking forward to reading your poetry as well and glad you related to this one. Thanks again, take care & stay in touch /// Terrell
Date: 2/13/2025 4:42:00 PM
Great writing here. Doesn't kyrielle repeat the last line of each stanza,? Regardless, this is a very emotive impactful poem
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Date: 2/14/2025 6:09:00 AM
Hi Andrea. You're absolutely right about repeating the last line of the stanza in a Kyrielle poem. Once again, I tip my hat to your expertise and appreciate the much-needed correction. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful weekend.
Date: 2/12/2025 10:38:00 PM
Hi Terrel, we are all on a quest for the 'lost pot of gold'. We now wander aimless, solitary and dejected, but somewhere in the burnt cinders, a spark still gleams. To ignite that spark into a flame is our yearning. We are not sure if it will be realized. still having such a yearning propels us forward. Beautifully composed poem with profound thoughts !
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Date: 2/13/2025 6:26:00 AM
Dearest Valsa, I cannot express in words how very much I appreciate your thoughts regarding "The Great Yearning." Life is such a combination of miracle and mystery that continually propels us to keep searching for greater understanding and reaching towards "Enlightenment, Rebirth or Resurrection." We're free to choose one's own definition and path towards that end. Many thanks again.
Date: 2/12/2025 7:11:00 AM
HelloJohn, As I was reading your words, I thought how it carries such weight, evoking the deep ache of longing and the harshness of a journey that never seems to end. I love how it's beautifully raw, the way it contrasts despair with a flickering sense of grace. A stirring reflection on perseverance. Winter Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
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Date: 2/13/2025 6:16:00 AM
Thanks Daniel! I really appreciate your assessment and interpretation of this poem, all of which I completely agree with. Winter blessings to you as well my friend, Terrell
Date: 2/11/2025 11:08:00 AM
Verse 4 gets to me. Yes, sometimes we can feel all alone, have a void. I was thinking today, at our Senior luncheon. How some friends have already left, and how I need to make it a point to keep reaching out. God is always there.
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Date: 2/11/2025 11:31:00 AM
Hello again, Dear Kim. Thanks for dropping by and connecting with me, especially in Verse 4! That was a reference to my former "Church" life which I have learned to reevaluate in terms of dogma, "Saints" etc. And thank you again my poetic friend!

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