The Mists Flicker

The misty designs flicker
as we walk
and loudly talk.
I see
thee and me
laughing and talking,
he and he
and she and she
and he and she.
These mists of mine
the human line
but love the Lord divine.
These mists,
they flicker.
I see
thee and me
walking and talking
knee to knee
mists flicker,

Ben Plunkett

Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest. Ben was a founding member of Rambling Ever On and a regular contributor and editor until his untimely death in April 2020. We wrote a tribute to him, but the best tribute you can give him would be to read all the wonderful poems, short stories, book reviews, theological essays, and ridiculous satire pieces he wrote for us. Pass them on to others and maybe allow Ben to inspire you to write something yourself.

3 thoughts on “The Mists Flicker

  • May 3, 2016 at 4:50 pm

    Life is much like this poem. I enjoy life, I really do, but it is like flickering mists. I enjoyed my youth, college days, and beyond immensely, but I’m already 42! And the second half–if it is an entire second half–will go just as quickly. This is true for everyone who has ever been born. This is one reason why it is so imperative that we live as God’s adopted child. As His adopted child, accepted by His divine grace, we will live forever beyond this time of flickering mists.

  • August 8, 2016 at 9:06 pm

    It strikes me that this poem may be a depressing thought. But people do need to realize that enjoyable as this world can be–and there is much that I do value in it–this life will be coming to an end fairly quickly. It will flicker, flicker, flick and then the mists of this world vanish. What we should be most concerned with is living this life in preparation for the next. We should live now in acceptance of Jesus who will then a king for us forever.

  • September 11, 2016 at 9:05 am

    The third stanza refers back to the “Thee and me.” The “me” doesn’t have to literally refer to me as the writer, but to whoever is reading the poem. The reader is the “me.” There are three possibilities for the genders of the two people talking. I also worded it that way because it may be two people talking together, but they may be in a group with all of them in the same boat. Everyone that you see has a quickly passing life that will eventually end.


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