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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. 


  1. 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.

  2. Yes This stirred my soul today! Thanks xx

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

  4. 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.

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

  6. Grief floors me.

    That's a feeling I know.

  7. 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.

  8. 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 ...

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