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I cast my lot with the despised.
The nasty, the lazy, the ones all men reject,
These are my people.
I donít mean the pathetic,
The drunk slumped in a doorway,
The lady with Touretteís and all her bags.

No, I mean the mean--
The irrationally ill tempered,
The morale sinkers,
The doom sayers,
The people of whom you say,
ďWhat the hellís his problem?Ē
I mean the people you hate for good reason,
The seemingly conscienceless,
The selfish,
The arrogant,
The user of shame.

I understand them.
My heart is like theirs,
And left to myself,
Thatís how I would be,
And how I am when I slip.

But Iíve been given this incredible grace.
Down through my life
Come these moments of paradise,
Shafts of quartz in dark stone,
Giving just light enough to see
And clarity
To let something other than me
Guide my way.

I donít last a moment
By my own guidance.
Oh, kind and holy guide,
Save me from the good,
From the pious
And the glowing-faced angels of this world.
They are a distant race to me.

My heart is black.
I love my people,
Whom so few love.

When one man has reduced a fact of the imagination to be a fact to his understanding, I foresee that all men will at length establish their lives on that basis. ---H. D. Thoreau

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The following comments are for "Whom So Few Love"
by Icarus

This sucks
This sucks poetically, I know, but it came in a rush in response to some situations.

I can't relate to the self-righteous, because all my natural inclinations are in the other direction. Being a positive presence in the world doesn't come naturally, but is a tight rope walk for which I depend on invisible help. I can't condemn those who do wrong, because I know where they're coming from. The ones I can't relate to are the people who act like they can't understand where meanness and wrong-doing come from. Cut me a break, people!

My heart softens when I see those who are universally condemned for good reason. I could easily be there. I don't know why I'm not. A gift.

( Posted by: Icarus [Member] On: January 30, 2005 )

I'm glad you posted
I'm really glad you posted because although this poem doesn't follow the usual poetic style or format, it doesn't have to. A poem is a creative output of what you feel. I think of it as my prayer journal or my diary. Some poems I would never post for others to see, but many, even personal ones, I post because for me its sort of like a statement of my faith and and expression of my feeling, ambitions, and my soul on display for others to explore, even if they don't completly understand it. Although this poem is not a great poem, it has inspired me to another level of peotry that extends above the simple rhyming poem to one that is more descriptive and more meaniful. Thanks
Carter Walker Reeb

( Posted by: Carter [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

Still resounding
Thanks, Carter, and williamhill. This topic is still resounding in me days later. It served some psychological purpose, I guess.
It was written after an encounter with a self-righteous, condescending Christian who wanted to "save' me to get another notch in her Bible. She despised everyone who wasn't as good as she is. She made my skin crawl. Actually, now that I think of it, she may fall in the category the poem is about, in a way . . .

( Posted by: Icarus [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

doesn't suck
Icarus, I for one do not think that this sucks in the least...It is poetry, it has rythem and flows quite nicely...I understand the feelings you share...Although I am a baptist, and do on occasion read my bible and pray, I totally agree with you,,there are some who are so high and mighty on thereself that they just can't get off their high horses...that is something I too cannot stand in the least...we are all human, and pardon my french, but as my ma used to say, are shit all stinks the same...anyway, thanks for sharing...

( Posted by: Reba [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

Thanks, Reba. I hasten to say that I know many Christians who live their faith and have enriched my life and the life of others through their love. In fact, I find their faith to be very much like the one that sustains me, distinguishable only by name many times.

( Posted by: icarus [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

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