I waited for your call
From the edge of recollection
The warehouse of my heart
Into a chamber of desolation.
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High over my thoughts
Nothing but my imagination
Blown petals that shine
Shards of bright illumination.
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You promised
An answer
A fish not a serpent
Bread instead of a stone
Good things if we ask
Good gifts to your children.
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I turn my face towards the wind
Into the warm reflection
Forget the touch of the sun
Empty with hopeless rejection.
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I waited for your answer
Deep in the castle of anticipation
But you had already provided
Grace within shattered fragmentation.
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Written for Poetry Jam – Castle of Glass
Life From A Park Bench 
“A fish, not a serpent
Bread instead of a stone”
So much has been provided indeed.
I enjoyed this, Alan!
Sad, but beautiful, heartfelt. I’ve been there.
So forlorn and full of despair … sometimes it is hard not to forget the warmth of the son …
A lot of depth to this poem, often it is in silence we receive our answers. Nicely written.
… and at the end ~ Grace within shattered fragmentation. This is lovely, sad and incredibly connected to the lyrics.
The warehouse of my heart
Into a chamber of desolation…nice really sets up the feel…
i recognise the scripture ref as well to the snake…sometimes our answers
do not look the way we think they should…
This reads like a Psalm, in the sense that in spite of lament, there is the clinging to Grace at the end. Moving piece of writing. I recognised the feelings behind this all too readily. Nice work sir.
I enjoyed this visit to the glass castle–even though it was a kind of sad poem. Very interesting prompt this week! Thank you!
Sad but so well done. I especially liked your “warehouse of the heart.” It rings so true…
This was beautiful and heart-wrenching and the flow was just amazing