Tuesday, July 18, 2023

Stories of Dreams

 

Written for Friday Wrtings #85 :First Lines


Inspired by the first lines of......

"By the river Piedra I sat down and wept "    

                                                 ---Paulo Coelho 




Be thou silent

I wait no answers

and as the longings conjure 

and break of their own might

The torrential rain of heavens

touching the ground 

a sorrow drenches my heart

A mountain I stand  

feeling the gale of your thoughts 

A clock ticking in the sky 

your heart beats hear I

Once your dreams

had been mine  

Now I carry the burden

of another's broken dream 

The tears that flow 

meets the river of prayer

my weeping shall be

an entreaty to God

and so solace shall be found 



* The first lines begin by the same words as the name of the novel .



14 comments:

  1. How terribly heavy broken dreams must be. Particularly if they aren't our own, I suppose. Thank goodness for the hope of solace...

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  2. Magaly, she knows that her dreams cannot be built on another's broken dreams, but there is surely hope and solace. Thank you

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  3. your imgery so brilliantly describes the melancholy and emotions in the poem.

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  4. That image of rain and the burden of someone else's broken dreams is quite telling...

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  5. "Once your dreams had been mine" … how things can change. Yes, when love slips through our fingers, down a river into the sea, we can only hope and pray the solace of a higher power will see us through.

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    1. Thank you Penelope for your beautiful comment.

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  6. "Once your dreams had been mine"

    Such an emotional statement.

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  7. Something that's been on my mind lately...prayer does offer solace for our emotions, but not in any of the ways we understand before making a practice of prayer. Only to the extent that we really detach ourselves from ourselves and focus on the Infinite does prayer help. That's why so many people think prayer doesn't help them; they imagine that it's supposed to "be answered" in ways it's not likely to be... I think this poem captures some of the insight I've had in mind.

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