Within My Bones

Within My Bones
Within My Bones

Within My Bones


I pray to stay honest within my bones

until a known hangman knots up his noose

I know my faith will shine and cut me loose

without the sound of miserable groans.

To quietly await the day I die

with ox and plow still at my Father’s side

with constant vigilance remained Hawk eyed

now tired and ready without tear of sigh.

Please leave me here at this house with its priests

if I die now I die when I desire

already feel love through the straining on.

In morning arousing these sleeping beasts

remembering spark from St. Elmo’s Fire

or studies of the movements of a Swan.


The day nature crushes Earth together

to destroy garden and every seed

all plants are precious even those we weed

my faith will never falter or wither.

Wherever my hope is I shall prevail

to hold onto a little discipline

or behaving as proper citizen

to witness local wood lands toss and wail.

A frantic movement to this madness dance

all wounds open like glacier plowing earth

the moment when we stare into the sun.

My end recognized by a single glance

and nostalgic memories of my birth

a chance to regain my breath after run.


My hold on shore has cast me out to sea

on vessel made from a foreign design

an ancient Nordic Viking fishing line

a man in his wilderness asked for me.

To come when I hear my Father’s music

offer my services of faith and love

my Father looking down on me above

to play each colorful chord acoustic.

To graciously accept this direction

the miracle is we are more than man

but spirits slaved by chance and freed by wind.

These thoughts are now free from alteration

I serve my master the best I can

and pray this journey is as disciplined.


I will be gone faster than light or time

a dedication to unpathed waters

these unread words written by lost scholars

each heartbreak’s misery an uphill climb.

A dedication to undreamed of shore

no longer to shake off my miseries

instead to move beyond life’s mysteries

my stories lost amongst all ancient lore.

To where a new prosperity awaits

this time I will not hide under my hat

but embrace Father with holy embrace.

I no longer will play cards with the fates

or try to sit where greater men have sat

instead move on with little bit of grace.

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My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

3 thoughts on “Within My Bones

  • January 18, 2022 at 9:20 AM

    This piece is very deep. I loved part is almost like the final step in the great journey, a soldier at peace with their decisions, just now leaving it in God’s hands. Nice work good rhyming as well.

  • January 19, 2022 at 4:29 AM

    This is poignant and moving, Jamie. Great thoughts about when it is time to die, what we’ll leave behind, what we’ll go forward to. Great imagery. I love it!


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