08-05-2013, 02:23 AM
Hey guys! I'm new here, and just looking for some honest feedback on my recently completed poem. I realize it is religious by nature, but it is unoffensive, I believe, and also has a flip-side, an element of the nonreligious. I hope this won't be a problem on this site. But like I said, any feedback would be very appreciated. This is one of my first poems though, so don't expect to much out of me. Again, this poem is meant to be unifying and peaceful in tone, so please don't be upset by any religious/nonreligious content. Here it is:
Briefly,
who knows how long… but briefly,
I will take off these clothes of flesh and bone
as breathing stops, neurons rest, and thoughts go silent.
Ludicrous me:
plunged into inconceivable abyss…
eternity.
I’m a man undone, unbound.
Eternity: the end of time,
the end of physical illusion,
has absorbed me.
Transcending endless universes… and then?
Unknowable.
It must be my hope to find that First Source,
that Unmoved Mover,
the Grounds of all Existence:
the Everlasting.
My voiceless spirit cries out “Abba”
and is heard.
Joined with my Origin,
sorrows cease.
Or so I aspire,
but the unknown is endless.
I may fade into nothing, absolutely nothing.
In which case, I am dissolved into that first source,
that unmoved mover,
the very grounds of existence:
the everlasting.
I neither hear, nor can I be heard.
Joined with my origin,
sorrows cease.
So what can I fear of leaving this body?
Briefly,
who knows how long… but briefly,
I will take off these clothes of flesh and bone
as breathing stops, neurons rest, and thoughts go silent.
Ludicrous me:
plunged into inconceivable abyss…
eternity.
I’m a man undone, unbound.
Eternity: the end of time,
the end of physical illusion,
has absorbed me.
Transcending endless universes… and then?
Unknowable.
It must be my hope to find that First Source,
that Unmoved Mover,
the Grounds of all Existence:
the Everlasting.
My voiceless spirit cries out “Abba”
and is heard.
Joined with my Origin,
sorrows cease.
Or so I aspire,
but the unknown is endless.
I may fade into nothing, absolutely nothing.
In which case, I am dissolved into that first source,
that unmoved mover,
the very grounds of existence:
the everlasting.
I neither hear, nor can I be heard.
Joined with my origin,
sorrows cease.
So what can I fear of leaving this body?

