Hope Question Is Poems

Unexpected Coming

By Mark D. Stucky

“Therefore you also be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.” (Luke 12:40)

Nobody...

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Missing: God Incarnate

By Mark D. Stucky
Last month I lost Jesus.
Maybe he is not lost,
but I cannot find him
even in usual places.

I couldn’t find him in...

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My heart is beating so fast I can not 
say for sure 

If it may not at any moment go into
cardiac arrest and explode out...

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All my life I yearned for the answer,
To the king of all questions, Why?
Vowing to find the solution before
In my beckoning grave - I'd lie.
...

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Shadows of Daylight

I walk up and down the isles, 
of the grocery store. 
I see things missing, 
and large gaps...,
in the background, 
of our day,...

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Have you ever been in love? 
How to even answer that question
Those who have been in love look crazy to the ones who have not
Where...

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Are my Last Legs in Sight?

Are my ‘Last Legs’ in Sight?

My time’s ‘last legs?’ Are knees (or some cylinders knocking)?
I’ve petal to metal (feel stuck...

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Most never seem to find the time to seize the day,
Because they seldom if ever, ask the third Question,
And frequently fail to seize the day.
Whereas...

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The pain and the success,
The aches and the medals,
The sweat before the shower,
Feeling weak where you once felt power.

The trips and the podiums,
The icy morns...

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To be or not to be ???
That is the question !!!
What will it be  ???

What will our tomorrows look like ???
Will there be any...

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Oh conscience who are you,                                          ...

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Why is the sky so blue today?
Because the clouds went far away.

Why is my love unanswered yet?
Because my love I never met.

When will my life...

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If I become the paper could you know? 
If I, the ink, would meaning flow?
These living characters, each 
a multitude beseeching through each interlude, 
as...

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No matter in back or in chest the knife 
does stub to take off your careless life
To push you in bottomless deep, I guess, 
And...

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You’ve stopped talking to me and I don’t know why...

I hate this - this feeling - this anguish, with it’s retinue of mysteries.

Was it something...

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