Hannelore Baron

“Rouse yourself!
         Why do you sleep, O Lord?
      Awake, do not cast us off forever.
          Why do you hide your face?
      Why do you forget our affliction and oppression?
          For we sink down to the dust;
              our bodies cling to the ground.
      Rise up, come to our help.
           Redeem us for the sake
              of your steadfast love.” ~ Psalm 44:23-26

The flare
    The flag
        The horn
    Of what use
        are these
    if you are
lost at sea

All alone
    in a boat
        and dead
    in the water
    a phone
or a radio

You pray
    It’s what
        you’ll do
        any faith
    You pray
by faith

It may be
    God hears
        It may not 
    If you’re alive
        to tell of it
    odds are
He did


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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