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There are days and nights,
in our stories:
forty days, and forty nights,
seven days, and seven nights,
and only the third day came alone.

If your third day comes,
you are walking home, love,
but if the nights fall in succession,
dark and boundless, come to me.

I will remember your summer- the pillar of fire
is carved beneath my breastbone. Forty days,
my love,
and when the night comes, rest.
©2006-2009 ~completeaccident
:iconcompleteaccident:

Author's Comments

It all comes and goes. I'm here.
The people who need this poem know what I'm referring to, but in case anyone wants to explore a little deeper:


The pillar of fire is from Exodus 13:21.
(Jonah was also in the whale for three days and three nights, but I didn't want to confuse things. (Jonah 1:17))
Forty days and forty nights are a good, solid scriptural number of 'em. Three important instances: Noah and the Flood (Genesis 7:12), Moses on the mount (Exodus 24:18), and Christ in the wilderness (Mark 1:12). The Israelites wandered in the desert for forty years.

Job 2:11, 13:
Now, when Job's friends heard of all this evil that was come upon him, they came every one from his place; Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite: for they had made an appointment together to come to mourn with him and to comfort him....
So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that [his] grief was very great.

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:iconmanchaliaina:
You made me a puddle. I want to say this over and over, I want it on a rosary.

If you ever say you're not a poet, you'll break my heart.

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you can write, but you can't edit

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:iconcompleteaccident:
I guess there are worse things to say over and over! :heart:
I've been trying to write a poem about how death is just part of life, and night is just part of the day... for... weeks.
:iconemstone:
That is beautiful -- and this is the first time I have ever favorited poetry on DA. Bravo for something other than teen sexual angst! This is real stuff -- keep it up...
:icongilswir:
I LOVE this part:

If your third day comes,
you are walking home, love

And that you said, "The people who need this poem know what I'm referring to," because I DO, on both counts.

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What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
:iconcompleteaccident:
:heart:
You were one of the ones I had in mind.
Isn't it funny, how important our mythology is? I don't by any means mean that in a demeaning way (... And I'm not trying to be mean? xD). But we draw our maps in stories, and sometimes the stories get lost, and we don't know which way we're going. I think a poem can help sort that out, sometimes... can map out the stories again... but it won't help any, if you aren't orienting yourself by those same stories.
:icongilswir:
I think you need your own television show :D

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What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
:iconmaplekokob:
Very cool. I love you used he scripture and made it very deep...

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~You plead to everyone...see the art in me...~

*~:frail:~*

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