"The most important of life's battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul."

Tuesday, May 15, 2007


For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light.
Matthew 11:30

Somehow life is a burden,
an unseen burden,
hanging either around your neck
or around or inside your heart.
These shadowy burdens lift, float,
waver, wane, and bear down, as
the tides of life ebb and flow.
Life takes on many colors, from a dark dreary grey, to a prismatic cartwheel of
gay colors varying in density and length,
as life's situation shift, as emotions move, change, as inner and outer factors appear and move on, leaving whatever residue the beaches of my life accept or cling to.
Somehow the effort seemingly is just too much
or useless to reject the waste of life,
even knowing the disaster that submission
to the useless brings.
Why is misery so easy to accept
and optimism so difficult to apprehend?
Are the powers of darkness too intense,
too alluring,
to the soul that carries the burden of love
that finds the fulfillment of that love
too elusive
and too tangibly to get hold on it?
Are the better things of life too hazy and intangible?
Do we really know the better things?
Who can measure them?
Who can weigh them?
Can we hold love in our hands?
If not, how do we know we have it?
How do we know if it is slipping away,
if we do have it?
James Gargus

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MadMaktub said...

Beautiful poems ..they make us feel peace. When I dream sometimes I see myself in a confuse place. Nowhere to go or to come back. Im waiting for the day that I'm gonna fly forever and free of this poor body be one with everything. No people just energies and feel how beautiful it can be.

Thanks once more for sharing your thoughts and words with us. Theres a lot of light in this world but most of people dont care..but you do..keep it cause when we were at the darkness I'll be back here or wherever you are just for reading your faith.



Enemy of the Republic said...

Wow. Your father seemed to be dealing with the dark night of the soul that St. John of the Cross made famous. Mother Teresa felt it as well. You know there is God; you trust yet you feel so alone. It's horrible. But reading both these poems teach me that people of faith must take this desert road in order to bear fruit in their lives. As Christ suffered, so must we.