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"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22
Ushered by God to abide in His light
My steps keep walking along what is right
While I journey toward eternal place
As blessed stranger in a foreign land.
Endowed with new creation’s holy might
My faith soars upward great reaching-out height
Propelled by the Lord to share love and grace
As blessed stranger in a foreign land.
Looking forward to living with delight
Glorious paradise of wonderful sight
I long for blissful everlasting ways
As blessed stranger in a foreign land.
Here on earth, my heart pleads for heaven’s rays
As blessed stranger in a foreign land.
June 5, 2024
8th place, "YOU CHOOSE 2024" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/25/2024
There are two kinds of cultures
- Defined in different ways
In different countries and lifestyles,
Valley vs Mountain, Settled vs Nomadic
Or in modern America, City vs Country -
With their two opposing attitudes,
“Let us tell you what to do!”, and
“Just leave me alone…”
It’s a simple dichotomy really
Of a group and collective orientation,
And a more individualist and self-reliant one
Based on the reality of survival
Each different lifestyle requires.
Different people have different affinities
And many self-select to live around similar types,
But there are plenty who find themselves living,
Out of family or work or relationship needs,
As a minority, a stranger in a strange land
Like that little contrasting dot within
The swirling drops of yin/yang’s polarity.
But these two cultures, as complimentary
As they are, also divide the nation
Not just geographically;
East and West, North and South
But politically;
Left and Right, Socialist and Conservative
To some extend sexually;
Female and Male
And generationally;
Parents and Child.
It’s a conflict of cultures we all experience
But sometimes never grow out of
Or find the freedom from, and peace with.
The two after all are opposites
And the one wanting to tell you what to do
Is by definition more motivated to find the other
And tell them what to do…
It’s the world we live in,
But at some point it seems
It’s just not sustainable.
Things fall apart
When they aren’t maintained and kept organized,
Oh, and here come those who have volunteered
For that job!
Now order rules the day, and chaos
Is always better kept way over there.
There are no frontiers left to explore
And escape into anymore
Other than the inner realm of mind
Imagination, dreams and fantasies
Or an addiction, dysfunction and disease
- Plenty of chaos available in those -
Or better yet, a good book in the man cave,
A quiet sit on the cushion
Or walk in the woods…
Something, anything to give us the peace
We all need
From that nagging persistent voice,
Outside and within,
Telling us what it thinks we should do
While we just want to be left alone
To discover it on our own.
(3/8/25)
IN A WORLD WHERE I DO NOT EXIST
In a world where I do not exist
Nor believe I am entitled to be
Then that will be my destination
Following a period of gestation
And do not need a reservation
From this here and now, I see
A transition that I cannot resist
No entry permits ever needed
But such emigration is one way
As a stranger in a strange land
It cannot be as anyone planned
With much I won’t understand
But a freedom so unlike today
Such little benefit is conceded
Will it be a different tomorrow
But still based here, in this place
Or somewhere in the distance
Should I challenge my existence
Avoiding any lingering resistance
Could it even be a state of grace
A permanent goodbye to sorrow
Written July 31, 2015
In a land
Unbeknownst to me
With no compass to guide
No lantern to light the path that I seek
I look to the north star for
Milk and honey or a thousand virgins
Either would suit me
'Cause when you're a stranger in a strange land
No god in particular to seek
You may be praying the name of a foreigner's god
So show some respect every week
You'll need all the help you can get
When you're lonely and sick
Dying and weak
Be it God, Allah,
Or some guy named Pete
You'll look to the sky
In times of mourning and grief
So study up on all the Hindu gods
And don't dismiss false idols
Cause worshipping a toilet seat might be in next week
For those stuck on hypocrisy
Will sink in the sands of Sudan
And die in the jungles of Mosambique
No one will hear their cries
No one would even care
It's too late for that stranger in a strange land
Though they're not ready to die
When you're a stranger in a strange land
Rescind your pretentious motif
When you see a stranger in a strange land
Don't tread on their beliefs
" 3. " I have been a stranger in a strange land. " Bible, Exodus 2:22"
Home Wanderer
Long dusty path
Long gone my home
Home miles behind
Home gone alone
Alone I walk
Alone I seek
Seek new horizons
Seek much more
More joy and love
More happy times
Times not had
Times can't rewind
Rewind to the past
Rewind to make a change
Change past mistakes
Change all my wrongs
Wrongs done to me
Wrongs done to all
All those I loved
All them that care
Care about me
Care to wonder where
Where I am going
Where to lay my head
Head full of dreams
Head full of hope
Hope found in strange places
Hope in strange lands
Lands before unknown
Lands where I now am
Am I alone still
Am I a stranger
Stranger where I'm going
Stranger where I've been
Been searching, searching
Been striving, striving
Striving for more
Striving to belong
Belong and be loved
Belong and give love
Love another soul
Love myself enough
Enough of this
Enough is enough
Enough walking now
Enough ye wanderer
Wanderer no-more
Wanderer, a stranger
Stranger …
No-more …
Quote:"Harriet Tubman: “I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.”
Inspirationt: "I have been a stranger in a strange land" Bible, Exodus 2:22
Starnger, a name whispered in unfamiliar tones,
A face foreign in a sea of knowns,
Crossing borders, a journey grand,
I have been a stranger in a strange land.
From distant shores, a dream in hand,
New culture's tide, a shifting sand,
Languages twist, meanings unclear,
In crowded streets, solitude is near.
Eyes that glance, but seldom see,
An immigrant's life, a silent plea,
To belong, yet to stand apart,
Survival wrapped in a cautious heart.
In the warmth of my circle, I find,
Echoes of home, memories kind,
Yet outside, in the mainstream's glare,
A shadow I remain, barely there.
Isolation, a cloak I wear,
Loneliness, a constant prayer,
In this new world, vast and grand,
A stranger, always, in a strange land.
A hollow shell, a vacant space
A candle wick, devoid of flame's warm face
A book with pages blank and white
A life without a heartbeat, lost in night
I'm the anomaly, a puzzle piece astray
A magnet for the broken, the dark of day
I attract the shattered, the flawed and worn
Like a moth to flame, they come, and I am torn
My heart, a supernova, expansive and wide
A cosmic curse, in a world where love won't abide
I'm blind to flaws, seeing only light
A naive fool, in a world that's lost its sight
I'm a seeker of the good, a collector of souls
But like a lighthouse, I guide the lost to my shores
They come for shelter, but bring the storm inside
And I'm left to wonder, why I'm the one who'll bleed and hide
A heart so vast, it swallows me whole
A reservoir of love, in a world that makes me cold
I'm the whisperer of secrets, the keeper of the pain
A collector of broken hearts, a graveyard of love in vain
My heart is a battlefield, a war zone of emotions
A place where love and hurt go to collide
I'm a wanderer, searching for a place to belong
A stranger in a strange land, where love is a foreign tongue
In this heartless world, I'm a relic of the past
A reminder of a time when love was real, and hearts didn't rust
But still I hold on, to the flame that flickers within
A beacon of hope, in a world that's lost its way, and can't find its kin
I sat in my yard, revering to the sublime splendor.
A Setting sun lighted wheat fields with a gold fender.
The universe is a celestial art by a creator in the sky,
Waves of fuchsia purple swept over the vast bay.
A vast sense of relief overwhelmed the crowd,
Our balance is being reset by an enigmatic cloud.
On a club seat with a friend-calling stranger,
My plans are drying out, and he rules my future.
Engage in conversation with an utter stranger,
On a bus, train, or airplane, there is no danger.
Do not fear woodpeckers; you're a snug man,
There is a chance that this connection won't span.
Stranger, your smile brightens the world.
Stranger! Can we sustain an eternal odd horde?
Stranger, let's smoke, drink coffee, and talk.
Relationship talk may sneak into silicone caulk.
Lightness after pain bestows short-term happiness,
The agony of aliens sparks elation and craftiness.
When wooing a scumbag, truancy may be attractive,
Where howls prevailed, calm gropes were inductive.
But not everyone I described was abrasive,
People greet, faces saying farewell, prate to give.
No words upright a graceful aura, no weakness,
Laying our sins at God's feet, exulting in meekness.
A stranger might canalize me into his world,
My own is ponderous, but I've done nothing absurd.
Since when I'm with you, I would sure cut loose,
With you, I flee in a sustained way that I can seduce.
My anxious thoughts rip through my wrecked heart,
A genuine man, riven and split into red and blue charts.
I will be a stranger as I wade down the dreary street,
A stranger is resting on concrete, seeking an exit.
Written: September 23, 2022
"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22
the sun rising
the sun shining
shining new day
shining new light
light of hope
light of peace
peace for me
peace for you
you will know
you will show
show all men
show all nations
nations without war
nations without fear
fear is dying
fear is dead
dead to wealth
dead to self
self let go
self find way
way to life
way to God
God is good
God is love
love is free
love is spread
spread with joy
spread with rejoicing
rejoicing with song
rejoicing with music
music is playing
music is speaking
speaking with words
speaking with poetry
poetry never ends
poetry ever extends
extends to hearts
extends to hands
hands always working
hands always caring
caring for others
caring for sharing
sharing the load
sharing the road
road through night
road to light
light the pathway
light the heavens
heavens
pathway
MISFIT
"I have been a stranger in a strange land"
Today I am free, in a land that I recognise
Unlike that time in that very strange land
And as a stranger, almost all was a surprise
Everything so difficult for me to understand
Nothing of substance, and all was so bland
All around me would just a smile and nod
Comfortable with average, nothing grand
A society dedicated to quite another God
There was no one thing that I could despise
All would merely extend their empty hand
Just a blank stare and a dullness of the eyes
As if all was externally meticulously planned
And individuality or initiative was banned
My feet merely following where others trod
And warm tides left no footprints in the sand
A society dedicated to quite another God
None seemed concerned at how time flies
All the people were fit, healthy and tanned
Yet somehow it just felt like a clever disguise
And nobody was prepared to make a stand
Even the occasional laughter sounded canned
But every moment in that place felt so odd
Their symbols all looked like an ampersand
A society dedicated to quite another God
I refused to join in and wear that armband
As I wore a tattoo with the sign of the rod
As time wore on my distaste would expand
A society dedicated to quite another God