temple thoughts, He stands

Samuel listens. Here is God’s response,
1 Samuel 3 “The boy Samuel ministered before the Lord under Eli. In those days the word of the Lord was rare; there were not many visions.

One night Eli, whose eyes were becoming so weak that he could barely see, was lying down in his usual place. 3 The lamp of God had not yet gone out, and Samuel was lying down in the house of the Lord, where the ark of God was. Then the Lord called Samuel.

Samuel answered, “Here I am.” And he ran to Eli and said, “Here I am; you called me.”

But Eli said, “I did not call; go back and lie down.” So he went and lay down.

Again the Lord called, “Samuel!” And Samuel got up and went to Eli and said, “Here I am; you called me.”

“My son,” Eli said, “I did not call; go back and lie down.”

Now Samuel did not yet know the Lord: The word of the Lord had not yet been revealed to him.
A third time the Lord called, “Samuel!” And Samuel got up and went to Eli and said, “Here I am; you called me.”

Then Eli realized that the Lord was calling the boy. So Eli told Samuel, “Go and lie down, and if he calls you, say, ‘Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.’” So Samuel went and lay down in his place.

The Lord came and stood there,
calling as at the other times, “Samuel! Samuel!”

Then Samuel said, “Speak, for your servant is listening.”

in a time of rare visions and rare words, God comes and stands by those who are listening. God stood in the Temple; talked to Samuel; God calls without absolute purpose and love. God stands with me when I listen.

I listen Lord.

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orphan, our darknest

in our darknest

he watched, she lead us gently out of our twin beds

we were both five,

her new child coming, a sister, was to come

soon

to the front room on our awaking, to

two small radaitors, heat rising as slowly as

a winter sun

her hands

tied us, each to the silver frame, joined, yet

separated, held

by his

belts

we cried, till we

stopped

Stop

orphan, 1st draft

I publish the finished poem ‘orphan’ at http://www.charles.osewalt.com

This was the first draft

orphan

there is No one, No
One

as alone as a twin, separated at birth from their other

there is -no memories, no moments, no image of your other; there is only aching sorrow of an unremembered, intense presence

there only is a pain, a hurt, a lacking. an abyss of-sorrow remains.

it is that which all the bitter hate of a world can not fill

try as I might yearly, daily, momentary

perhaps, if I could find my other, we could fill sorrow’s abyss- together,
with our combined bitterness and
hate?