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I Am My Own Preacher

Updated on March 16, 2016

The pulpit is in my heart
My passion rings its own bell
There is no need to dip into your water
For my cup never strays far from my own well
You wonder about my time
And how it is spent
With things unseen but heard
And you wonder where they went
But where does laughter go
Or sadness
Into our souls
Or into forgetfulness?
It is no matter
For what is worth
In things we measure
If we cannot take them from earth?
You see a dreamer
And his faraway eyes
You become restless
With his constant goodbyes
To where he must go
To things you cannot see
For his hold on life
Are on what he has set free
And each night
When the song ends
And the still air is silent
He will sleep with invisible friends

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      This is Epic... all has been said by Nelli and Vincent!

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Nellieana - I'm just trying to free myself from childish and superficial things.... but I'm still a fun guy!

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      You have vivid glimpses into the infinite.

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Ken and Nellieana - It is wonderful to see the two of you here on this hub. For me the comment is a matter of being who you are; not to hurt people but to be strong and stay true to your course and not be swayed by charlatans and others who attempt to manipulate your life or make you feel as if you are wrong when in fact you are not. It is also a comment about the value of emotion and art in our life... how a single musical note that vanishes as soon as it finishes resonating can be a revelation on levels that cannot be measured. And Nellieana that sounds like a deep hub you need to pen... talking about the now and the infinite... I want to experience these spiritual things now and hopefully I can carry them with me always.

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      Mark, you always 'ring true' - whatever your theme at the time. This one has even a deeper 'ring' to it: - a blend of the infinite spiritual with the personal NOW, where, after all, the infinite begins. I feel that whatever we don't learn and carry with us from our NOW is the frame on which whatever our 'infinite' may be, will hang.

      Well written. The flow of the poem is just wonderful.

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      Vincent Moore 5 years ago

      What an interesting scribe, I kinda felt a loneliness my friend yet secure in yourself and your beliefs. Passion is a strange bedfellow at times. I loved your opening stanza. Sometimes we have to walk it alone and be our own man. I know I am forced to live withing myself and my hopes and dreams are miles away. I to am my own preacher, yet my sermon often falls on deaf ears. Well done my poet friend you stir the thoughts in me.