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07.22.13 Posted in words to linger on by

Jean McLeod’s most recent poem to appear here was Prodigal (June 2013).

By Jean McLeod

In proto-dawn
when birds trill like mad things
i am stalked by the cavernous
absence of belief.
It eludes in dark rooms and light,
surges through my hollow head
I scrabble at faith with bleeding fingers
hunger for the rebirth of wonder.
Deafened by steeple bells silenced
where once saints chanted,
I am burnt by stained glass images
which trickle over my fists.
When I cry out for a match
to strike Stygian gloom
the voice of St Augustine echoes:
To search is to believe
and the tintinnabulation dissolves.

11 Responses to “Reformation”

  1. Such a beautiful heartfelt poem. I’ve read it three times.

  2. Jean says:

    Frank! I love your word play!

  3. Marty Basden says:

    I feel as if I could have written this one. What a prescious visceral piece.

  4. Jeanette Gallagher says:

    I love your spectacular poem, Jean. I love the depth of thoughts and the beauty of your words. Fascinating!

  5. bobbietroy says:

    Jean: You have provoked thought and presented extremely strong imagery in this poem. I know that I will read it many times.

  6. Lauran says:

    Jean, you and I seem to be going through similar spiritual feelings. I attend church infrequently because I feel such emptiness these days.

  7. Jean says:

    Jeannette, Thank you, so much, my friend. Love!

  8. Jean says:

    Marty. Thank you so very much.

  9. Jean says:

    Oh, thank you so much for your encouragement, Jeanette, it keeps so many people afloat.

  10. Jean McLeod says:

    Bobbie! Thank you!

  11. Jean says:

    Lauran, Thank you so much–and, take heart, Dear Friend.

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