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Words of Solace (Poems of Comfort)



Author: JohnCreekmore
Created: January 07, 2018 at 12:44 pm
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: General/Other | General/Other | General/Other
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The Day of Trouble  

It may come on slowly,
Like a siege of hostile
Weather drifting in off
The sea,

Or as a lightning strike
Thrusting suddenly from
A cloudless sky.

Either way, it separates
What was from what is,

So that they seem to be
Two lives, one of which
Has gone astray.

The day of trouble is a
Transient, a stranger 
Who tries the soul before
Departing,

But do not falter, neither
Be afraid in the midst of
It,

For at a certain point
Within you it falls away,

And you will recall it only
As the pathway that led
You to that silent space.


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Author Notes


And call upon me in the day of trouble.

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PoetGLG123
January 14, 2018
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I really enjoyedreading this piece. You have great imagery and great word play! Please keep up thr good work. Ill be back to read more.



(Author)
Thanks.  I was pretty well pleased with the imagery in this one. Sometimes it comes easier than others.

 JohnCreekmore replied on January 18, 2018




EdwinBozie
January 09, 2018
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An interesting lesson
This was an interesting poem that seems to speak about times of trouble, the first two stanzas seem to imply that the day of trouble could come about gradually like a stormy weather moving inland or as suddenly as the lightning. The further stanzas seem to imply that attached to it is internal turmoil. In that it seems as though one's life has been split in two and one seems to have gone astray but it concludes with the hope that when endured, one begins to look back to it as the road that brought one so far.



(Author)
Thank you for giving such thought to the poem.  You seem to have grasped the essence of what I meant.  Though the day of trouble might seem to bear us under, if we keep the faith, we will emerge from it stronger than ever.

 JohnCreekmore replied on January 10, 2018




Anjana
January 09, 2018
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hello my dear friend john..(hope you still remember me)..i was absent from all writing communities for a long time and just dropped in to say a hello to my friends here..i am delighted to be reading your words of wisdom once again..troubles come unexpectedly consume our very being and then at depending on whether we fight it or run away from it makes an impact in our lives. ..and as you said, most of us will remember, at least for sometime, what landed us into trouble..thank you for sharing and wish you a wonderful 2018...
applaudapplaudapplaud



(Author)
Hello, Anjana, and of course I remember you and your thoughtful poems.  Yes, the day of trouble comes to all of us at times, but it is up to us whether it destroys us or not.  If we are faithful and persevering, it can leave us better off than we were before.

 JohnCreekmore replied on January 10, 2018




Stella
January 07, 2018
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transient
moments that will not last, nothing is for ever thank goodness and all will change at some point. The slow coming or the sudden unexpected problem must be dealt with for what it is and inner calm restored ; we seem to learn how to handle these days with age and experience .The calm after the storm is beautiful .
applaudapplaud



(Author)
Thanks, Stella.  The difficult part is not giving in to fear once the trouble sets in.  This is what is known as grace under fire.

 JohnCreekmore replied on January 07, 2018


Initially it is natural to fear what is ahead, that is the body's response to injury or threat....how we deal with it is what matters.Sometimes it seems all consuming and i can understand that.

 Stella replied on January 08, 2018



      

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