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Alden Sproull Poem
Conflicting Desires:
Arising in me
are the voices
of two different
worlds.
One calls for closeness_____
with
its rise of
passion and gentle decline.
The other calls for
distance
without voices clamoring
for attention.
Ears that are yet
weary of
human sounds
and physical closeness.
Distancing from vespers,
It calls up pain________
not understanding____to
weary to ask.
Just needing space
to heal,
Space that honors
what is!
Copyright © Alden Sproull | Year Posted 2008
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Alden Sproull Poem
Conflicting Desires:
Arising in me
are the voices
of two different
worlds.
One calls for closeness_____
with
its rise of
passion and gentle decline.
The other calls for
distance
without voices clamoring
for attention.
Ears that are yet
weary of
human sounds
and physical closeness.
Distancing from vespers,
It calls up pain________
not understanding____to
weary to ask.
Just needing space
to heal,
Space that honors
what is!
Copyright © Alden Sproull | Year Posted 2008
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Details |
Alden Sproull Poem
Arising in me
are the voices
of two different
worlds.
One calls for closeness_____
with
its rise of
passion and gentle decline.
The other calls for
distance
without voices clamoring
for attention.
Ears that are yet
weary of
human sounds
and physical closeness.
Distancing from vespers,
It calls up pain________
not understanding____to
weary to ask.
Just needing space
to heal,
Space that honors
what is!
Copyright © Alden Sproull | Year Posted 2008
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Details |
Alden Sproull Poem
Listen ! Listen !
I confess I am
Captured by an
Unsavory force.
Talk tells
of my burdens,
anxiety is tearing
at my heart.
Strain appears
on my brow,
struggling to make
contact that is meaningful.
Caught in the trap
of my role,
the sounds I hear,
are the noises of addiction.
Deafening noises,
keep me distanced
from the very
heart of God.
Dulling noises,
Keep me from
honestly talking
about me.
Me in relationship
to Christ who is
more than able
to break this addiction.
Copyright © Alden Sproull | Year Posted 2008
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