Dear god.

With an intent so bright it could illuminate the darkest of nights,
You fell as a feather among a tremendous thunder of contempt
Fists clenched so tightly all faith is lost
You cried out,
Where is god?
Her hair so soft, a face devoid of emotion.
Her eyes burn so cold, so cold.
Moments ago so full of life, her first steps
The world stops, all time ceases to exist
The roof caves in, and the earth heaves a heavy sigh.
Everything you knew, in that instance, tossed into the heavens.
An acrid stench, as your eyes betray you.
Blind, grasping, desperate, and then you feel it.
Like the stillest of ponds,
A steady rain of earth.
Your heart beats alone, but it did not come here this way.
Moments ago shared, turn to solitude.
A blind clamber to a lifeless figure
One last scorched cry, where is god.

a reply to: Aeshma

A humble reader, I liked it! Dark, brooding...

ETA: Sorry, I'm not a verbose critic but appreciate a little literary interlude every once in a while. This was short enough to be captivating, a flow to keep you locked, and a rather uneasy feeling the further I read. Keep on!

a reply to: LightSpeedDriver

Thank you.

a reply to: Aeshma

Intense. Made my pulse rate increase for a few seconds, as I waited for the end. I feel like I want to give condolences.

a reply to: ladyinwaiting

Thank you, I don't think I need to tell you that was the reaction i was going for.

Oh lord.

a reply to: Aeshma

I'm not sure exactly what you were intending to depict, but it really made me think of people in warzones, having their whole world shattered by gunshots and airstrikes. "Thunder of contempt" - I like that, that's a really good way of describing how so many people lose their lives because they happened to be in the way, as if the universe treats their lives and deaths contemptuously like an irrelevant detail. Of course it could also be applied to natural disasters, like major earthquakes and tsunamis.

That's just my little interpretation, I've been involved in a lot of discussions relating to the Islamic State recently so that's probably why war came to my mind first, but yeah that's a really evocative bit of writing there. Keep it up!

Jesus said
If you do not hate life
Then you cannot go with him

a reply to: Aeshma

Gut wrenching. I thought Earthquake. Please tell me this is not from personal experience. : (

a reply to: ladyinwaiting

I thank the heavens I have not, how ever I find it unfortunate so many have lived this experience to so far away have the war hounds roar with pleasure.

a reply to: DeepThoughtCriminal

I was inspired to write this piece about exactly what most of you interpret. The innocent victims of war, a life, a family, innocent torn apart in a flash.

I sat for a moment thinking, and did my best to put myself in that situation. What would I see, hear, feel, how would I react.

I wanted to convey the feeling of that moment.

a reply to: Aeshma


I too, called out, not in voice, but in thought
I saw the suffering and pain in this world
And could not countenance nor believe
That any deity, benevolence, or something
Could ever be so cruel...
Too many innocents, too many inglorious deaths
Too many to ever count and I thought...
Where is God?
And so I journeyed through life
Secure in the knowledge
There is no God
But one day, some years ago
In a quiet moment of contemplation
Driven by my own relentless desperation
Something happened to me
God, spirit, the beloved
Call it what you will
Touched me, and I understood
A thousand lifetimes
A thousand deaths
All the pain in the world
Is swept away in transcendence
Oh what bliss, the touch of death
Oh what bliss to know what awaits
Each and every one of us

Very powerful and thought provoking!

a reply to: Night Star

Thank you Night.

a reply to: midicon

Well met Midicon,

As the hairs stand up in the warm glow as tiny dancers,
One by one they begin the twirl,
Round and round they writhe and turn to ash.
Their dance floor now cracked, scorched with flash burns
Where once the sweet words of my mothers voice played on ears
There is a deafening silence,
I open my mouth to cry out only to find it filled with earth,
Heaving, I squirm, tears swallowed by ash.
I did not choose to go this way,
I can feel my mother slip further away,
In the distance she wails.
As I become the silence.

originally posted by: Aeshma
a reply to: midicon

Well met Midicon,

As the hairs stand up in the warm glow as tiny dancers,
One by one they begin the twirl,
Round and round they writhe and turn to ash.
Their dance floor now cracked, scorched with flash burns
Where once the sweet words of my mothers voice played on ears
There is a deafening silence,
I open my mouth to cry out only to find it filled with earth,
Heaving, I squirm, tears swallowed by ash.
I did not choose to go this way,
I can feel my mother slip further away,
In the distance she wails.
As I become the silence.

And in that silence, vast and deep
My little tiny dancing feet
Shall hop and skip, and twirl and spin
And fill the emptiness within

Oh dearest friend, come hold my hand
Oh far flung sea, oh distant land
Oh mother love, oh joy unbound
A love that's lost was never found



How many heartbeats in one life
Shall satisfy both men and mice
And elephants and kangaroos
And humpback whales and pygmy shrews


Just having fun.

Oops forgot to say...well met to you too!