This Poem was Submitted By: Medard Louis Lefevre Jr. On Date: 2006-08-12 19:05:18 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Here I Am

I died long ago when the Kingdom didn't matter Before the faith and the sacrifice arose I don't know much about God or if He is here I do believe in Christ and what He died for I am lost in an existence of unfounded religion I don't seek truth, grace, or eternity I merely exist to procure some happiness I am probably damned but I only slightly care I sometimes wish I had the commitment of the saints Other times I wish their stories didn't intrude My mind is only going moment to moment The moments never end, I waste peacefully away No God can save me if I don't accept the conditions Of His terms and paths to salvation My own sanctification is lost in a quagmire Of my self-righteous worship and selfish pride The turmoil of my soul is my own creation I love it, I hate it, it is how I survive God has offered me the gift of forgiveness But I embrace my sins expecting death's resloution No love could be greater, no love more complete No love more perfect, no love more for me But I choose to be disgraced in this fallen world No love is enough for me, no love is for me

Copyright © August 2006 Medard Louis Lefevre Jr.

Additional Notes:
Catharsis of an unworthy


This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2006-08-19 20:42:02
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Medard--This write has agnosticism written all over it. A recognizeable fickleness is obvious in speaker's rant. This confused protagonist is on a slippery slope with a consistency of being inconsistent. Vivid imagery of a semi-redeeming offering; "The turmoil of my soul is my own creation I love it, I hate it, it is how I survive God has offered me the gift of forgiveness But I embrace my sins expecting death's resloution" A well written somber presentation of an admitted lost soul. TLW


This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2006-08-13 11:47:42
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Well you certainly voice that of millons ... but the fact and truth is that you question. At least you don't blindly fall into something. I don't see you as "unworthy", but rather a seeker. Many philosophers before you question. I do. There are no answers;at least that's my belief. I wonder at just "existing" as you put it. Not much of a life in that...go out and enjoy yourself...have a beer, a chocolate ice cream cone...etc. Love? Well There is probably lots out there for you to uncover. All you have to do is be open for the adventure. And so, there you are. Be in the moment. Hoo boy...you got me thinking...and I can write so much more on this but I 'd probably bore you. Take care.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2006-08-12 23:28:17
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hello, Medard. This dark dark poem is more than just a catharsis of an unworthy. It is tempered and refined dross, my friend. ......since I really loathe the dulging of death this is hard for me to honestly appreciate. But I am reading it anyway because you deserve to be congratulated in your talents! I died long ago when the Kingdom didn't matter.......a profound beginning. The meter and the rhyme are really good in this first verse also. Other times I wish their stories didn't intrude....these are your weakest words. They are very humble. No God can save me if I don't accept the conditions Of His terms and paths to salvation My own sanctification is lost in a quagmire ....good word choice! Of my self-righteous worship and selfish pride ..you used the word self twice and it may be an interruption to the reader. As for the rest, it is only a matter of opinion on the subject matter. I don't see any reason to change any wording in particular. I think you should name this as some kind of roller coaster...(smile now!) I am sorry I have no appreciation for this type of poetry and can't offer anything more. Smiles to you, Ellen
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