Hello readers! I did something new and wrote a prose poem. It’s something I’ve been learning in my college class (so it’s definitely not perfect) but I thought I would write one on here. What’s great is, I already had a poem from two months ago that perfectly matches this. So enjoy the bonus! Happy Reading!
This Mansion (prose poem)
There is so much more if I just open the door. But fear grips the lock inside this mansion, it’s firm and cold like a rock. I let doubt seize me, yet these dreams inside my head fight to burst free. I’ve suppressed them instead, nothing can get in our out. I have kept it that way, despite what they say.
This mansion—my home—I live alone. But there’s a whisper, that echoes all around. “Don’t you want more to this journey? Can’t you hear destiny calling?” I claim to be content from being exempt.
This mansion has hand-carved pillars that stand tall, they will never fall. I’m safe inside these walls, content with all that I have. Slowly, they press closer … But I take consolation in this, there is nothing I miss.
Then the whisper comes again, “Open the door, aren’t you hungry for more?” A river of memories flood into my home, the walls crack but remain intact. The taste of something sweet, sooths my bitter lips.
What can it mean? All these desires just silly dreams, too impossible to reach. But what if I opened the door? Is there something beyond this mansion? What drives me … this passion.
I feel the walls, my fingers thin—the suffocation of my internal sin. I’ve stayed hidden from my God-given mission, I’m starved at the core, hungry for more. Oh, fearful heart, just open the door.
Deep from my soul I shout, “Spirit within, break out. Tear down the walls of this mansion, my captivity. Let my heart sing free and soar in destiny. With you, I’m on the eagles wings. And dine well with the King. “
I am not my own, this mansion not my home. I belong to the Holy One, in Him I don’t live alone. This isolation, only brings destruction.
Oh, fearful heart, open the door.
There’s so much more.
Hope (bonus poem)
So this is what it feels like to soar
a rush in my heart that flies
and is hungry for more.
I cant explain what’s happening but, Lord…
You remain in this unraveling as we
take a step into the promise.
With you I’m kept
nothing can stop us
Oh, my Jesus!
So this is what hope feels like—
A beat in my soul that
I can taste, so sweet
and gentle it washes
down the past…
I’m coming home
into the arms of my Father
no need to roam, my soul,
because you are a daughter.
Grope for this hope
and never let it go!
So, this is what it feels like to soar.
This is what it feels like to hope…
Oh, I’m thirsty for more,
My Jesus, I am here at the door
I let you in—
It’s you I grope for.
Foundation Scriptures:
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.
Revelation 3:20 NKJV
“so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us; for in Him we live and move and have our being, as also some of your own poets have said, ‘For we are also His offspring.’”
Acts 17:27-28 NKJV
Personal Thoughts:
Both the prose poem and the regular poem share the same meaning, but just describe it in different ways. I love how “This Mansion” depicts the reality of how dangerous isolation is. And I’m not simply talking about social isolation, no. I’m talking about being spiritually isolated.
How many times have we all blocked God out of our lives, simply because of fear? We don’t want to open the “door” because we are worried about who or what will come into our “mansion.”
Life is tough, nobody said it would be easy (not even Jesus). But as crazy as the world gets, God remains as God. And you, my dear brothers and sisters, remain as a Son or Daughter of God. We are called to be a light in the darkness, to stay open to Christ and His love. The more we seek the Lord, the more hope we discover about our Identity and Destiny in Him.
I pray that each of us opens our hearts to God more than ever. And as we do, we soar higher and higher in the calling He predestined for us (Philippians 3:14-15 NKJV).
Thank you for reading and God Bless!
Love these Merissa! I think my new favorite poems of yours! :)
As I'm writing my newsletter on spiritual, devotion, and mystical realism in fiction--and poetry--you've provided a fine example of an inner relationship with God. Nicely done!