Tag Archives: Doubt

A Storm of Doubt

Doubt blows through a dust-devil of uncertainty clouding my judgment It’s hard to recognize the truth in the storm To believe the evidence right in front of my face One does not become a contest finalist if one cannot write … Continue reading

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Doubting Thomas

Presented with evidence Eyewitness accounts of trusted friends He refused to examine it His own experience was all he would believe Blessed are those who examine the evidence And believe

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Light Shines in the Shadows

Lurking in the shadows of my mind, of my heart Anger, hatred, fear, doubt dwell where they think they escape the light I dare not enter the shadows alone With Light in hand I reveal that which hides in the shadows … Continue reading

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Endless Roller Coaster

It occurred to me the other day that I’m on a roller coaster ride The Cyclone on Coney Island perhaps or Goliath at Six Flags I chug up the hill on encouragements Your story needs to be told You are … Continue reading

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Doubting Thomas

Do you insist that you must see the nail-scarred hands before you believe Do you doubt the evidence before your eyes of daily miracles, intricate life, blue skies Then let me point to the change in me from angry and … Continue reading

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Standing

Emotions Massive crashing waves Fear, anger, jealousy, doubt I’ll weather this epic storm standing On the Truth   At dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar, Tony Maude has created a new form, the expanded Cinquain. This form has five lines … Continue reading

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My Heart, Your Home – A Poem

My heart is a mansion where Christ dwells The parlor filled with His mercy The kitchen overflows with His love   But in a back room locked up tight dwell fear, doubt, and guilt Sometimes late at night they make … Continue reading

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