“A Brand New Morning”
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It all began as I remember,
On the dawn of the 27th;
I was laying in bed procrastinating
(As you do)
Trying to get up steam
To be ready for
Another dreary day’s work:
When it occured to me
That the sky was very dark
For six-thirty am
In the month of July.
I had looked out of the window,
And my heart missed a beat.
I did not wake my family,
They will know soon enough
And there was little I could do
So I climbed back into bed.
“What’s the time?”
My wife asked me,
“I thought I heard the alarm go off.
“One of the kids must have been
Mucking about with it.” I lied,
“It’s only three-thirty am
The start of a brand new morning…
Oh yes, and Christ has risen.”
—
Reverend Tobias Trontby.
Comments (33)
So it will be dark and foreboding when Christ returns? Nothing else to do but go back to bed? It seems such an anti-climax. Very intriguing write.
I am having to think on this one, I find it interesting the Reverand looks at his work as dreary, he is such a good person, always willing to help anyone he meets. That should leave him with so many good feelings concerning the life he lives although I imagine some things he runs into seems such hopeless circumstances.
The statement Christ has risen should bring nothing but joy to anyone of Christian or near Christian faith, even if it takes some effort to believe. The reasoning is, His resurrection, is key in the Christian faith, to an everlasting life for anyone who exists, willing to believe in Him.
Just an observation.
Regards,
All three-headed birds do not eat cats…especially those who have a vegetarian mummy.
I read the poem to mean the darkness before the dawn and that makes sense to me. I so hope I am still alive when it happens!!!
The stupid server cut off my comment. I hope this is not a duplication.
No, all three-headed birds DO NOT eat cats, especially those with a vegetarian mummy.
As for the poem, I read it as the darkness before the dawn..and I believe that is the way it will be. I hope I am still alive to see it.
Yep, two of the same…sorry!
Christ is Risen, indeed!
Alleluia!
Hmm interesting.
hmm the rapture at last ……should not the good reverend be among those that are caught up in the rapture…or is he simply left behind?
I am leaving Xanga for good. Why? Because there are too many people here who do not understand the value of life.
Read The Sarahs’ blog, and if you agree that lives should be lost for politics, then stay away from ALL my sites. I am banning many of you from visiting any of them.
The Sarahs’ comment box proves that for some of you, crooked politicians and iffey cebabs rule you all. So be it, but none shall ever rule me but those people who only seek to bring kindness, compassion and hope to people.
Not that it matters, I’m fed up with you all, with your stupid belief in a none-existant god that if he did exist would be a nasty piece of work. I am fed up with people putting the rich before the poor, the greedy before the needy, the crooked before the…but I have wrote enough, every life lost in Iraq has never been for the Iraqi people. It was always for the oil. And if you can’t face up to that fact then fuck you.
I have seen death, I have seen a woman hung from a tree because she could take no more, I have seen lovers embraced as bullets struck them, I have seen bloated baby bodies floating in a river, I have seen little girls as young as ten who have been raped. See half of what I see and remember.
No life is worth being taken for a dream let alone for cheap fucking oil.
i agree with you on that but honestly wasnt saddam a real bloody dictator, i mean gassing of the kurds, its not like Ceacescu, the Romanian “dictator”, who was murdered for his “crimes” which were guaranteed labor and free education was a real criminal, it was a lot of propaganda and a thirst for all these “things” that seemingly only a democracy could provide (which is now 50 parties squabbling to shit the most corruption possible).
either way it seems bad and yeah if it was a country like bhutan im sure we wouldnt send any troops there but he was a genocidal murdering maniac and held the country intact through vicious force and shock.
i dont think war is all politics but then I am only 19 so I haven’t seen what you have seen
- S.S.
you are mistaken if you surmise your words as being life before politics. you speak just the opposite. hence your blindness, hypocrite.
LIFE IS ….WELL WHAT CAN I SAY THAT WOULD MATTER…. THIS WORLD IS SO MESSED UP …SO MANY PEOPLE DOING ALL THE WRONG THINGS FOR THE WRONG REASONS…BUT THEN THERE
ARE SOME DOING ALL THE RIGHT THINGS FOR THE RIGHT REASONS…THEY ARE TOO FEW….
@-}-}-
WE MUST HAVE HOPE……
@-}-}-
I really like the Rev’s poem… and I’m damn glad you posted it!
I’ve seen a good bit of shit myself in my life. I lived in Memphis in the 1960′s, try doing that when your white father from Detroit Michigan is attending meetings with Dr. Martin King. I’m one of the few white people in this country that know what it’s like to have a cross burned in your front lawn; to have to be picked-up by the Memphis police and taken into safe hiding with the rest of the family because some fecking nutcase is out to blow us all up in our home, or gun us down in the street.
I know what it’s like to have to hug a friend suffering from AIDS as she cries because none of her other friends will come around her anymore. I know what it’s like to see a kid so depressed they engage in self mutilation, and attempts at suicide.
I was with my good friend Bob as I watched him slowly die before my eyes as I held his hand… his only living family was his brother and sister inlaw, and they wouldn’t come to see him on his death-bed because they thought he wasted his life… Bob was an alcoholic.
I’ve lived on the streets and picked through the trash that the selfish threw away because it no longer suited them. I know what it’s like to sit by a lake in the middle of the night with a .357 magnum in my hand and one bullet in the tumbler.
One things for certain… there’s something in me that keeps me going; a kind of kindred spirit maybe… I don’t know. I know my Irish gens are pretty strong, and I’m aware of who my kin are in the Plunkett family (I am related to Joseph Mary Plunkett, died May, 1916). I don’t know if it’s God, or what?
I do believe that it is my own strength that gets me by in life, just as much as it is my own ignorance that gets me into trouble. I don’t blame my misfortune on anyone, or anyone’s god, and I haven’t prayed to God since 1983.
I do love your post Terry… it’s marvelous. Peace.
ive seen christ’s second rising. it was a homeless man dancing to no music.
silly stubborn people….this is me judging you all back.
Terry, I have left a few comments but am lost at this point as to where they all are. I hope you find them all.
You know, I feel I know you as well as anyone who reads or writes here in Xanga. I don’t always agree with you but, we understand each other and we get past our disagreements. You have many other friends here, besides me. There are a lot of people, in Xanga, who would hate to see you leave. They would miss all of your personae and maybe they would miss the arguments, they know, you and I have. For whatever reason leads them here to read in your site, many would miss you. Please, ignore what you can and continue on with your writing. I know you need to write and I know you won’t stop writing but, you also thrive on feedback and discussion of your poems so, please, don’t stop posting what you write for your good friends here in Xanga. We have discussed it, you and I, together. We both know, everyone is not going to like us and everyone is not going to agree with us. We have to write, what we feel in our hearts, needs writing and accept the comments wherever they fall. Block some people if you feel you have to, but don’t stop posting.
For you, your writing is the air you need to breathe.
Love and best regards,
Hey LP, this is rainrose (from PQ). Please, don’t leave. I was so thrilled not two days ago to find that you had a xanga site and to hear that you are already leaving would be terrible. So people have different political beliefs- I may or may not agree with you, but I still love to read your poetry. Ignore some buggers and concentrate on those of us that want to read your site for you.
-rain
You seem to have many alias’s do you ever write under your own name. I now have 18 of mine in a forward press book ,so that will do, I had to buy 12 books and although some of the bios were good I still think my poems were the best. I wonder if we all think that about our own poetry, too many were all about religion .I think they should be put in a book of their own, not mixed up with Heathen poems as some of mine were, at least i was second in the book and if the chap in the first pages had done all he said, why is he bothering with Forward Press. Seems people can make up all sorts of things and get away with it, I think i tell the truth too often. Cheers marj
Om Mani Padme Hum
Hi Terry, it seems that you are upset, angry and disappointed so that you intended to leave Xanga for good. Does it worth leaving Xanga, leaving your readers and saying goodbye to your Xanga friends out of the people whom you don’t agree with?
Maybe it’s good to take a break but hope you will be back. Take care.
Because people disagree with us does not necessarily mean that they don’t understand us, or that they are stupid or blind, or that they are not doing their own thinking. It does not necessarily even mean that they are wrong. We have our experiences and they have theirs, which lead us to difference conclusions about life. Also, a person’s convictions often change as they grow older and learn more about life and about the world. Would we write off a child because his understanding is limited? Cut us a little slack, won’t you? Someday you might even learn something from one of us.
that was great… gave me shivers…
will be thinking about this one for awhile too
Oh, I’m weighing in with you. There are absolutes.
Ironic read for someone about to hop under the sheets.
Good day sir.
-Saint-
Hmmm? I’m glad I posted my poem before I read this. We are all disillusioned by each other. We all have our opinions some are more vocal than others. Just a friendly comment. Terry you put a lot of things out here on your blog, some comment and some probably don’t. You have your moments that you are rude,make mockery on others belief and hurtfully opinionated and I’m sure that some don’t come back to your site and you won’t go to theirs. I sometimes cringe at the things you say about God….I don’t take that to heart and become offended because that is your opinion and I am not shaken by your opinion as you are not shaken by my faith, though you are rude sometimes and you know that you are humorously so. If you can dish it out you should be able to take it. Don’t waste time being angry. A lot of people care about you and love your writing as I do. So its ok to disagree but we fight when we become disagreeable and words can be instruments of war too. So take in what you like and shrug off the things that you don’t. Love you.
I love this poem – glad you posted it. I never visit here enough. Please no talk of leaving.
You’ve told my about your plan to HK which was cancelled out of the appalling incidence. As you know, life is always unpredictable. Perhaps you have time to visit HK in the near future. Yet, the last thing I want to see is that the trip to HK may remind you of the unhappiness.
I would love to post my paintings here but i just don’t know how to do it. My blog is not paid. Maybe I can show you my masterpieces when you come to HK, right? ^-^
I am moved by you. I hope you are feeling well today. I saw your comment over at Rabbitt’s place and wanted to say hello and give you a ((((hug))))
Kira
Marshmallow tea is some sort of Herbal drink. Does it taste sweet? Is it good? or is it really awful? I’ll have to read up on that.
Am Vets is just a charity – American Veterans.
I think this is my favorite one yet, suspense, wonder, and I love the end.
Oh yes, and we absolutely LOVE Mr. Bean over here. We have seen every episode at least twice. They don’t show it anymore. I wish I had taped it. One of my favorites is when he served leaves dipped in honey to his guests. and the one when he “painted” his apartment with explosives