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Prayer for the Fallen

by Jon Kary

Here I Am
in a solitary room,
in a place between the spaces,
and I have forgotten how to breathe.

What is on the Other Side
I do not know,
but I feel it
as certain and pure
as the Light
that burns me through and through,
down to blood and bone-

May I endure and bear the suffering
until the fire has done its purging work to completion.

And all there will remain
is the Seed of the New Life to be planted
and the Essence that brings the All
out of the very Heart of Existence.

Amen.

08/26/2009

Posted on 08/26/2009
Copyright © 2010 Jon Kary

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/26/09 at 04:13 PM

This first person account is powerful. I think of soldiers because of the title, but this really applies to us all. I like the "place between the spaces", and I have to say this makes me think of a phoenix in the beauty of how you describe the fire, the burning, and the Seed of New Life. I appreciate the optimism in this - a great faith in what comes next. Thank you for that.

Posted by Paul Lorenz on 08/26/09 at 04:55 PM

...here I am in a solitary room...intriguing how everything felt and discovered is solitary...by choice or by fate...?

Posted by Max Phineas on 08/26/09 at 09:44 PM

There's little I can say that hasn't already been said. But this is beautiful. Transcendent.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/27/09 at 06:02 PM

Thank you for this utterly divine gift of such honest a prayer. As you know, Jon, it comes in perfect time. The readers and keepers are twice encouraged.

Posted by Sarah Wolf on 08/29/09 at 08:59 AM

To put it simply... beautiful... This piece stands out to me as a new development from your other work. Very nice.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/31/09 at 11:22 AM

I especially like the idea that after the fire of purging then a new life is possible. You have set me to thinking. Purging could mean losing ego. Interesting. Thanks.

Posted by Kimberly Bauer on 12/27/09 at 09:19 PM

This poem reminds me of the strength that can rise from overwhelming desperation and solidarity . nicely done.

Posted by June Labyzon on 02/12/10 at 09:32 AM

Those first four lines have captured me completely. They are remaining in my mind. "in a place between the spaces, and I have forgotten how to breath." I am there right now, this poem made it okay. Thank you Jon

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/12/10 at 10:46 AM

Congrats on POTD!

Posted by Ava Blu on 02/12/10 at 05:37 PM

aww, you got potd on your birthday!!

Posted by Maria Massarella on 02/12/10 at 06:51 PM

And yet in that 'place between the spaces' there was breath enough to word a prayer-poem divine. Perfect, as today's POTD.
lovelight&peace...m.a

Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 02/22/10 at 03:17 AM

Congrats on POTD! :) ooo's PK

Posted by Julie Adams on 03/25/10 at 05:06 AM

How How How did I miss this, it is amazing, deserving of POTD, fabulous addition to your collection...the ending line for each stanza resounds like an echo off the canyon! I love to return to your work again and again, peace, jewels

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