This Poem was Submitted By: Medard Louis Lefevre Jr. On Date: 2005-10-21 21:06:26 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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It Is Not Their Place

The angels are watching The demons devour The squandered existence Of spiritless men It is not their place To divinely intervene Where grace is refused And faith is unknown The angels are listening To the demons howl As they consume the vitality Of those who turned away It is not their place To save the ungrateful Who chose not the Father But the fallen dark prince The angels are smelling The demons foul stench As they ravage the essence Of the eternally lost It is not their place To sacredly interrupt The descent of lives That ignored His calling The angels are feeling The demons disembowel The souls of His children Who are damned forever It is not their place To mercifully rescue The unrighteous ones Who scorned His touch

Copyright © October 2005 Medard Louis Lefevre Jr.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2005-11-03 14:18:41
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.93617
Medard, It Is Not Their Place [Very apt title} The angels are watching The demons devour The squandered existence Of spiritless men It is not their place To divinely intervene Where grace is refused And faith is unknown [yes] The angels are listening To the demons howl As they consume the vitality Of those who turned away It is not their place To save the ungrateful Who chose not the Father But the fallen dark prince [listen as they always do, amen] The angels are smelling The demons foul stench As they ravage the essence Of the eternally lost It is not their place To sacredly interrupt The descent of lives That ignored His calling [as it should be] The angels are feeling The demons disembowel The souls of His children Who are damned forever It is not their place To mercifully rescue The unrighteous ones Who scorned His touch [truth can not be hidden no matter how we may no like it] This is simply spectacular, eloquent, poignant and beautiful not only it it’s structure and flow but in the message you have delivered. Addressing each sense you follow through describing what is happening in terms relating to that sense. I found that after each paragraph I wanted to say “Amen”, it reads like a prayer, like a song, a sad soul lament. You have delivered up all the truth of your belief in simply uncomplicated terms, no room for doubt it is quite plain and simply. It is not their place, man has been given every opportunity to make a choice here and you have clearly shown the outcome of poor choices. Love your verbiage and the way you've used it. Thank you so much for this wondrous read, a very accomplished piece bravo! Kudos my friend! As always, Lora


This Poem was Critiqued By: Rachel F. Spinoza On Date: 2005-10-22 10:13:20
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Powerful poem - but the dichotomy, as presented, is frightening to me. Are people really damned forever, "unrighteous" who do not follow a particular path? Is it possible for a person to be good and to be righteous and not be a believer?
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mary J Coffman On Date: 2005-10-22 10:02:57
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Medard, This is profoundly beautiful. Such depth of meaning, and powerful stark truths. The title is apt, and the perfect draw into the body of this talented display of word art. The angels are watching The demons devour The squandered existence Of spiritless men Love how you address each different 'sense' in each different stanza, This one dealing with 'sight.' "Squandered existence..." "spiritless men..." The 's' sounds here are so very effective. The angels are listening To the demons howl As they consume the vitality Of those who turned away The 'sense' of hearing is addressed here. The 'howl' of the demons so very evident in your descriptions here. And, the 's' sounds continue, lending to a smooth flow. The angels are smelling The demons foul stench As they ravage the essence Of the eternally lost The stench of demons, fetid and offensive as described here. It actually made me wince and crinkle my nose up! "ravaging the essence..." LOVE this! Nicely done. The angels are feeling The demons disembowel The souls of His children Who are damned forever Now comes the 'punch' ... the 'feel' of the finality of this situation. "Disembowel...great word choice here. It adds to the power of the delivery of these lines with perfection. Very well done, my friend. I so enjoyed reading this one! Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem with all of us. As Always, Mary
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2005-10-21 23:21:42
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.66667
Medard, We cross the channel at midnight. The sooner we get away from the coastal towns, the better we'll be. Four centuries ago we would have been mortal enemies. Funny times we live in, eh? I doubt you will understand this, but to me it makes perfect sense. If it ever gets too lonely, remember, we will go back home one day. Peace, Mark
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