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19 October 2015

Not Falling


I seldom fall any more
into doubt  –
only doubt of self  –
but often, still, grief.

Into doubt –
that used to be often.
Trust came slowly.

Only doubt of self,
finally, stopped me. Then
I saw: God is the doer, not me.

But often, stlll, grief
floors me. When
will I know that’s not true either?


Written for the Weekend Mini Challenge, Falling Into Lines, at 'imaginary garden with real toads. 55 words wasn't specified but that's what I did anyway, in the form of a trimeric. 
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10 comments:

  1. Outlawyer19 October 2015 at 11:11

    Ah. A very moving poem--hard to get out of self-doubt but to get away from loss (especially when one has experienced it) harder still. Of course, as your poem makes clear (to me), grief is different from loss--loss a change, and grief the resistance-- really interesting thought provoking and well-spun poem, Rosemary. Thanks for participating. k.

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  2. Mickie19 October 2015 at 11:28

    Yes This stirred my soul today! Thanks xx

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  3. brudberg19 October 2015 at 22:12

    The self doubt.. I think the way it connects to grief... to move into unwanted independence.. really poignant.

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  4. hedgewitch20 October 2015 at 00:32

    Doubt assails us all, but grief is a more formidable antagonist.Answers are often not forthcoming, I've found.Maybe its the process of questioning that is important.

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  5. Anonymous20 October 2015 at 01:34

    incredible.

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  6. Other Mary20 October 2015 at 02:06

    Doubt and I are very close. I hope you can either make peace with, or banish grief. Your last stanza is so powerful.

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  7. Kerry O'Connor20 October 2015 at 02:54

    Grief floors me.

    That's a feeling I know.

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  8. Sherry Blue Sky20 October 2015 at 03:04

    Yes, grief floors us. At my age, it feels like it has taken up residence in my heart. I dont expect it will ever lift off. Your poem resonates, Rosemary.

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  9. Susan20 October 2015 at 10:21

    Yes! I would so like not to be floored by grief or doubt--or obstacles on my path. To know that they are of God ...

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  10. Margaret21 October 2015 at 14:21

    Grief. It can be debilitating - I suppose that word "trust" has to be used powerfully here -

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