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Eternity and Burnt Toast by ~gracelikerain316:icongracelikerain316:



How can I ignore each soul

That holds inherent eternity

Potential of the highest call

Or despair of deepest grief

A cosmic reality that stretches

As deepest calling unto deep



And yet I complain

About my burnt toast

And my sore throat

And my ink that runs dry



Like paper-thin gauze that covers

Stuck taut across my cheeks

Pin hole light, dampened breath

And limited oxygen supplies

Gasping for air-not-of-this-world

Tired recognition of compromise



And I find no words

And my throat hurts

And I'm late for work

And the pen has run dry



Lord, please be my centre

And may Your kingdom come

Let this reality's duality

Unveil before my eyes,

To confront my gaze - my heart

And to sear again my mind



And You give the words

And You shine Your light

Although my throat is hurting

And the toast is burnt
©2007-2009 ~gracelikerain316
:icongracelikerain316:

Author's Comments

This was a poem finally written out of a touch of writer's block..

..but more significantly out of the struggle I am having with making something consistent out of life. I feel both frustration and longing all at once it seems. I find it a challenge to reconcile the meta-truth we are playing out in this microscopic view of a much larger epic story of God and life and eternity.. and to see how this epic, this eternity must then effect the way we relate to one another, how then we are to love in a practical sense.. For me, this is a struggle to more consistently grasp the significance of this life amongst the mundane, boring and self-centred day-to-day-ness.

This poem was also inspired by this quote, and a discussion I have been having with a myspace friend who does not share my faith:

"You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations — these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit — immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." CS Lewis

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:iconalphabee-me:
I adore the concept, I love the title, in a utterly English degree way I love the formatting. I love the contrast.

The one almost non-existant problem is in the third stanza where I am not sure what image you want me to look at. You have paper-thin, pin-hole and air not of this world and those are three concepts that my readerly instincts do not know how to connect. It's barely noticable, but I offer it to you anyways.

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I can't let go.
Of what is grafted to my skin.
:iconalchemy-of-the-heart:
"When the toast is burning and the milk is turning, Captain Crunch is waving farewell, When the Big One finds you may this song remind you that they don't serve breakfast in Hell" Um, that's what I thought of when I saw the title.... It's a Newsboys song, if you haven't heard it...

But I love this poem (and the quote) because the perspective is so beautiful. And I guess I have nothing more to say.

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Love is the movement. [link] To Write Love on Her Arms

"But yield who will to their separation, my object in living is to unite." ~Robert Frost

My God is faithful!!
:icongracelikerain316:
Thank you so much for this feedback. I know what you mean about the connections in the imagery. I guess the picture in my head was hard to transfer. Wow. I really really appreciate your feedback. Thank you so much! :hug:

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'He knows repentance is not what we do in order to earn forgiveness; it is what we do because we have been forgiven.' Brennan Manning
:icongracelikerain316:
Haha I know the song.. I really like the Newsboys :)

Thanks so much for your kindness and for reading. God bless :D

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'He knows repentance is not what we do in order to earn forgiveness; it is what we do because we have been forgiven.' Brennan Manning
:iconalphabee-me:
No problem. Here's something from my college advisor that I've always found helpful:
"The mark of a true writer is not that they are more easily inspired, but that they can take that intangible inspiration and put it in such a concrete form."
As I said, it's hardly noticable, but should you feel like working on it, it would fill me with joy to read any future drafts. You have talent.

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I can't let go.
Of what is grafted to my skin.
:iconalchemy-of-the-heart:
I'm glad you know the Breaskfast Song; I might have had to scold you otherwise! :XD:

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Love is the movement. [link] To Write Love on Her Arms

"But yield who will to their separation, my object in living is to unite." ~Robert Frost

My God is faithful!!
:iconmizra:
This is a much more mature form of poetry than what I tend to read on here. It annunciates correctly, using imagery that's not overdone and, pardon the phrase, "burnt to a crisp."

It's a dear reminder, too, on a spiritual level, of what we should be focused on; not petty things that are mortal and timely, but the immortal and higher calling of what He has called us to do, say, think and feel in everything we do and everyday we awake.

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"The term is over; the holidays have begun. The dream has ended; this is the morning."
- C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle
:iconskellerbvvt:
I have this picture in my head of a third world country and then a flash over to a kid complaining about how he had to eat leftovers for lunch.

Your duality is tangible and I want to cuddle it forever.

The title is addictive, and if this was a song...with a cello... I would purchase it like falling blossums. That analogy makes no sense.

If this comes out of writers block I want to see you when you're on a roll o.o No wonder Alpha Bee likes you.

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Lepers have more fun!
:icongracelikerain316:
lol, i love the way you write! thank you so much for looking through my gallery and leaving such precious comments.. :)

cellos and falling blossoms.. very asian garden-esque analogy. need to get me some of those.

:p

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'He knows repentance is not what we do in order to earn forgiveness; it is what we do because we have been forgiven.' Brennan Manning

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