Dawn of the night
Dark of the day
Death of the body
Rotting away
Death of the soul
Agonizing pain
Losing self
Enemy’s gain
Bones without flesh
Body without breath
Scattered to the winds
Life rescinds
Dark of the night
Dawn of the day
Death flees the body
Dig up the grave
Resurrected soul
No more stains
Finding self
Enemy’s pain
Bones collect flesh
Soul receives breath
Holistic health
Timeless wealth
This poem was written in response to The Reverie’s weekly prompt, which is the song, “Bones”, by MsMr. As soon as I heard the song I fell in love with it. I knew I couldn’t let this one pass, so here it is.
Would love to know your interpretation hmmmmmm……
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I’m just a simple girl that is passionate about being relevant and making a difference in this world.
World traveler, lover of bright sunny days, experiencing cultures, good friends and conversation. I love my God and love my family.
I don’t believe that I have the Truth, but that I have a relationship with Truth and want to be closer to Him.
Canadian, born and raised in Vancouver, BC. YWAMer since 2000 and have traveled and lived all over the world –Hong Kong, China, India, Bangladesh, Nepal, Afghanistan, Turkey, Germany, Argentina, Australia and The USA.
I moved to Brazil in 2002, married an awesome “Baiano”, Daniel, and we have two adorable kiddies, Caue and Hannah.
I am certified in fitness and nutrition and conducted physical conditioning classes while working with an arts and evangelism team and schools. I am also certified in TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) and TEYL (Teaching English to Young Learners).
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What a spiritual poem. Loved the piece, Very well said. one who learned the eternal truth, will raise above all fear and loss. Will be the winner in long run race 🙂
Great to hear from you Veda. Thank you so much for sharing your interpretation. You certainly touched on where I was going with this as in ‘eternal truth’ or ‘eternity’.
Hope you’re doing well sweetie.
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My thoughts similar to Veda. Deep thoughts, Staci. Truth prevails.
Definitely Audrey. No use having a dead soul. The body’s going to die anyways, but the soul is eternal.
Hope you’re having a great day. How’s your dad doing, by the way?
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Yes, and we shall find peace in knowing eternity.
I am having a horrible start and end to my week, but I am sputtering through, Staci. Nothing I’ll get into here, but I plan on finding strength over the weekend. I hope you enjoy yours, as well. Dad is advancing well and taking the treatments one day at a time. He has a positive outlook, which is all I can ask for from him. Thanks for asking!! 🙂 xxx
I’m so sorry to hear that Audrey. I certainly hope you are strengthened on the weekend. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I’ll pray for you ok.
I’m glad to see that you’re dad is keeping his chin up and being positive. It’s a very trying time for him and all of your family, I’m sure. My step-dad has cancer cells in his body still, even though he had his bladder taken out. Unfortunately for him, he can’t do anything else. The good thing is that the cells haven’t metastasized at all, which we are very happy about.
You’re welcome.
Hugs and blessings.
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Thanks for the prayers, Staci. It isn’t easy to see our loved ones go through such struggles, even if we know eternity is a blessing. I will also pray for your step-father. Hugs!
Thank you so much Audrey. And no, it isn’t easy at all.
Death and resurrection? You really like that song, Staci!! Whether I’m close or not, your poem is powerful.
Hahahahaha. Yes Rob, I did like that song. I like rich voices and a strong sound. Thank you for your comment. Did you notice how the first two lines in the first and third stanzas are the same, yet different. Dawn doesn’t happen at night, nor dark during the day (unless you live in the arctic). so the first stanza is the death one, which is just not right or how it’s meant to be (like the dawn/dark thing). The in the third stanza dark and dawn are in their right places. Just as how it’s suppose to be.
Hope you’re having a great day.
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Very, very clever lyric writing, Staci! That’s what makes songs and poems interesting to read. I love the play on words. I’m having a wonderful day and I hope that you are, too. 🙂
Awwwww, thanks Rob.
So glad you had a wonderful day. The kids were off of school because tomorrow is ‘children’s day’. Yes, here in Brazil they have ‘children’s day’. We took them out in the afternoon. My son got his hair cut with his dad and my daughter and I had some girl time. Then we went for pizza. It was a great family day, which my kids love. And, of course, we do too.
Have a great weekend Rob.
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Where’s is death’s sting? The grave cannot keep us, O glorious day! Very well said, Staci!!!! Hugs and love, N 🙂 ❤
Thank you so much Natalie. Yes, death has no sting over us if our soul is alive and well, right.
Bless you 🙂 ❤
That’s absolutely right! 🙂 Blessings
well said 🙂 love the last verse ❤
Awwww, thank you so much Neha. This was kind of a fun one to do. These weekly prompts from The Reverie help to push and challenge me to create and explore my world-view and interpretation on the prompt.
Hope you’re having a wonderful day.
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You’re most welcome, and you did an excellent take on that prompt 🙂 🙂 It has been a great day so far, hope you are having a good one too! ❤ ❤ Happy weekend ahead… it's thanksgiving weekend in Canada but I won't be there for the first time this year:)
Ohhhhh yes. Thanksgiving in Canada. That’s right. Ohhh, too bad you won’t be there. At least you have the US one coming up next month though eh. So great to hear you’re having a great day Neha.
THank you so much for your kind words.
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Brilliant poem, Staci! ❤
Maybe it's about good and bad days/phases in life? While sometimes we feel full of life – 'soul receives breath' and in the bad phases – 'Life rescinds' but I wonder who the enemy is here – Is it Death?
Ah, well. I wait for your answers while sipping on tea! Don't you go "Not again, Light!" on me. Okay? Okay! XD
Thank you so much. Great to see how you’ve interpreted it. Death is definitely a huge enemy. But the cause or reason for death to be is the biggest enemy of all.
Heat up the kettle, I’m on my way over for us to discuss this more ok. I’ll bring the cookies. And don’t you worry, there won’t be any light on the cookies, nor the conversation.
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“cause or reason for death to be is the biggest enemy of all” – yes, very true indeed!
Yes, alright! It’s all done and ready. All lights on the cup of tea please – “So let’s talk about my c̶a̶r̶e̶e̶r̶ ̶o̶p̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶…caffeine, shall we?”
Hahahahaha. You’re so funny. It’s a bit chilly here tonight so tea sounds just nice.
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Like it. Reminded of the scripture from Ezekiel–dry bones. Listen to Awake My Soul by Chris Tomlin and Lecrae. It complements your poem. Have a wonderful weekend!
Oh yes Rita. When I was writing this, I all of a sudden thought of good ol Zeke. I decided to read that exact part about the dry bones to see if I could find any deeper inspiration, and I did. Did you notice the ‘scatter to the winds’ and the ‘bones collecting flesh, flesh receives breath’? These lines were inspired by Zeke.
I’ll have to listen to that song. Thanks for mentioning it.
You too Rita. Have a great weekend.
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Well you know I’m on board. You said holistic health. =)
I like this:
“Scattered to the winds
Life rescinds”
and the turning tide of triumph.
Hehehehe, ‘holistic health’. Yes, you would be on board.
Thank you Diana. It was fun taking this prompt and pushing myself a little deeper.
Hope you are well. Oh, by the way, I wanted to tell you. Next February we will be returning to our mission’s base and have decided to pull Caue from the school system. We will be homeschooling him. I will have to repeat the year because he really needs something individualized for him.
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What a shame he has to repeat. But that is AWESOME!!! Just perfect for him, I dare say. But I know you must have mixed feelings…it’s one of the best gifts you can give him. Your very self in the learning.
Yes, but it’s for the better. Both for him and for me. The schools here are just so un-equipped to deal with issues of autism. I’m really looking forward to it actually. Now that we’ll be back at our base which has lots of space for him to run and play, ride his bike, do his thing. He absolutely loves it there. There are also other kids his age and close to his age, so the social play and all is not a problem. Plus, he has an amazing sense of rhythm. There’s a guy there that teaches drums, so we’re going to see about that. There’s also capoeira, judo or jiu jitsu (is that how you say it?) and he’s been dying to swimming lessons so PE is no problem. Also, see about getting someone to teach him his Portuguese class. He refuses to speak Portuguese with me. So you can only imagine how doing homework with him was like.
Thanks Diana.
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AWEsome. He and T would be kindred spirits (there goes my fantasy again, of your shipping him over). JJ-su, the drumming (T’s at it as we speak)…I am SO happy for you guys.
Wonderful. Actually, I saw a video of your son with his drums. Way to go T. He’s good Diana.
Hehehehehe, the fantasy. We share the same fantasy D. If you ever decide to come to Brazil to give T a geography or social studies lesson, you’re staying with us ok.
Thank you.
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LOL DON’t go offering yourselves like that. Hubby will take you up on it shamelessly. I think I told you when we met he’s been dying to go out there for the Samba drumming. So sweet.
Hahahaha. No problem. Really. Yes, I remember you saying that he even plays Samba style drums.
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This is some kind of special writing. “Holistic” is a great work. It reminds me that we have to take care of ourselves in full. There is much more to worry about than the physical self. Have an awesome evening!
Very well said Benjamin. There is definitely much more to worry about than the physical self. I consider my body just a tent that I live in. Because the real me is what’s inside.
Thank you so much for your kind comment 🙂
You have an awesome evening too.
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You said that beautifully and poetically. It sounds like another level of wisdom. Of course, we still have to take care of our tents. But, yes, I agree completely. The inside is what makes us us. Thank you 🙂
🙂 Awww, thanks Benjamin. And yes, being trained in fitness and nutrition, I’m a huge fan of taking care of the physical body. I feel so good when I exercise regularly and eat healthy. It’s when I over indulge or eat too much crappy stuff that I feel yucky.
Thanks again, my friend.
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I know what you mean. I need to get back to that exercising and eating better. You’re welcome (always).
Love this Staci! The journey through the physical into the spiritual and the lines “Resurrected soul
No more stains” just what we have with our faith. Nicely done!!!
Thank you Mark. Yes, exactly what we have.
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I really love how the reader travels, from the physical to spiritual side of these lines. Beautifully done.
Thank you Laura. I really liked that song prompt.
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This is wonderful. The thought of death and resurrection of the soul is worth contemplating.
Beautiful choice of words, I must say a very wonderfully crafted poem…loved it!!!
Oh thank you so much for such kind words, Nihar. This poem was actually in response to a poetry prompt from The Reverie Poetry Journal. I thought I’d push myself. I was pleased with the outcome too.
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Sometime we push ourselves and the beauty is there to be cherished…
Thank you Nehar. I appreciate it.
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You’re amazing! What a great poem, Staci… so much to think about.
Ohhh, thank you so much Kate. I really appreciate your encouragement and kind words.
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Great stuff, Staci. And also very poignant for me at the moment ❤
🙂 Thanks Heather.
Really? How so? Do you relate more to the first stanza or the second?
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I traveled to visit my cousin’s grave just this week and I found myself saddened by the thought of her body being in the ground, slowly turning to nothing more than bones in a coffin.
She had her whole life ahead of her when she died and her loss still seems to be hard for me to come to terms with. Visiting her this week seems to stir up some emotions that I thought I’d dealt with, but it turns out that wasn’t the case.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved your poem, it just spoke to the parts of me that are still grieving for my cousin ❤
Oh Heather, I’m so sorry to hear that. It’s obvious you had a great relationship with your cousin. When someone older passes on, it’s already something expected and normal. However, when someone we love that has many years left, it’s a really hard pill to swallow. My condolences.
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Thank you ❤