All I Have Ever Known

if i understood

how to open my eyes

would i dare to gaze

beyond the fragile strands

that define the only

place i’ve ever known

to examine the fires

which once heard

call me to walk

into the flames

without fear

as the flesh i so love

is stripped away, melted

mingled with the ash

of yesterday’s footsteps

breaking, falling

into a thousand pieces

as the resounding truth

carries me from this life

the only one

i have ever known

39 comments

  1. Well written, but I don’t know if I like it. The message seems ambiguous.

    We each have a life. Given to us as a gift. We can live in fear of death. We can carefully calculate the safety of each move we make, but that makes life empty and worthless. Therefore, some seek to give their whole heart using their life to a divine purpose. Others, less charitable, give all they have in a quest for “greatness.” They strive to elevate their self above all others.

    No doubt there are other choices. To give their lives some sort of meaning or for the sake of security, men invent endless idols. All that seems clear from your poem is the wish to set aside that dread fear of death. That perhaps is more than enough for a poem — to crystalize fear of death and face it — but it is not enough for a life.

    The fear of death is, of course, an old concern. Since the Bible is great literature, my guess is that even if you are not a Christian you are familiar with 1 Corinthians 15 starting at verse 12. If not, you may find it interesting. I think much of that passage is an allusion verse 24 below.

    John 12:24-25 New American Standard Bible
    Truly, truly I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. The one who loves his life loses it, and the one who hates his life in this world will keep it to eternal life.

    Bear much fruit? What is fruit? The Bible speaks of the fruit of the spirit, virtuous and loving conduct.

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  2. As a Christian, to me the poem seems to be talking about the sometimes painful changes that come as a result of the regeneration of the Holy Spirit. Sanctification can be painful. Letting go of sin, the desires and comfort of the flesh, sometimes requires a little proverbial fire.

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  3. You now I’ve just worked out that I’ve followed your blog for ages yet never, not once does your work appear on my ‘Reader’ hence my absence when it comes to reading your work. I think I’ve well over 100 blogs WP never send my way even though I ‘follow’. A pain in arse, yet I have now ‘ticked’ your ‘comments via email’ in the hope WP get around to allowing that…a few similar situations via email have, sadly, failed. That said, you are plainly a fine writer. Regards, Mike

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