I began to write this poem back in August or before. I managed to throw together a couple of blogs on it and somehow completed it a couple of weeks ago. And I’m just now posting the completed poem. Why is that?
For one, I’m not a full time poet. One does not pay the bills as a poet unless one has multiple degrees and teaches at a university or works in publishing. Therefore, I spend much of my time working to put food on the table, buying the food to put on the table, or helping to cook the food that’s put on the table, and then cleaning up the table.
Secondly, my writing routine has been completely disrupted by family issues. We have become the guardians of our nine year old grandson while his mother works on getting her life back together. The times of day that were previously set aside for writing are now broken up to take care of other things (we thought we were finished raising children, three girls all grown, and a precocious nine year old boy is an altogether different and non-stop challenge) or to rest from the whole lot (and resting is questionable).
Now, I did manage to write a couple of poems apart from this one: two elegies. One was for a close friend who passed quietly and unexpectedly, the other for a co-worker who died a week later after years of illness. (Perhaps I’ll share them in a later post.)
So that’s why I have been absent from The Prismatic Page. That’s the reason for the delay. When I did find time to focus (arriving at work an hour early, working on my phone), it came together quite nicely. I hope you enjoy it.
Heard Through the Echoes
Can You hear, God?
Are your ears open to my prayers?
Am I whispering in the wind,
answering echo for echo?
Are your ears open? Do my prayers
reach the heights of heaven’s heart,
answering echo for echo
within the weight of silence?
Reach the heights of heaven’s heart;
hushed echoes overflowing
within the wait of silence:
Hushed echoes overflowing…
I AM whispering in the wind,
Can you hear God?
Copyright © 2015 Scott Daniel Massey