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Marc Morin offers this impassioned reflection on the struggle to do the right thing in the face of ongoing adversity in response to 1 Samuel 24:3-7.

1 Samuel 24:3-7

Caves and Echoes

By 

Marc Morin

Credits: 

Recording by Marc Morin

Curated by: 

Michael Markham

2020

Spoken Word

Image by Giorgio Trovato

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This poetic reflection of a time in King David's life touches the area of our lives where our cave-like experiences in life have the power to direct our journey to the promise God has given us by the way we handle our storms. Too many times in life people see our accomplishments but rarely witness our struggles or pain experienced during our journey to arrive at that place of desired completion.


With this said, our character invites us to look deeper in our caves and storms where they hear an echo of experiences turning into wisdom, lessons and beautiful characteristics of our hearts. Our destiny must be processed through these trying times so God can release the promise to the character we must become… who He promised it to.

Spark Notes

The Artist's Reflection

Marc Morin is a father of three who abides in Brooklyn, New York with his wife Vimana. He serves as a deacon at Mission Network International For Human Services.


He first felt the calling of a poet in the spring of 2015 where he wrote his first poem. Since finding this new desire for poetry he has written well over a thousand poems expressing his love for God, inner reflection and encouraging believers to have a closer relationship with Jesus Christ.

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Trapped in the caves of my promise,
In the caves of misery and darkness
With brethren yet no water

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Title: Caves And Echoes

by Marc Morin


Trapped in the caves of my promise,

In the caves of misery and darknessWith brethren yet no water

(Simple days where I took walks about in confidence)

Is this the reflection of the promise process?

Helper of Joseph, remember me, my soul is in Egypt...


I hang low with the fanged winged fiends

And I hear their worries of hunger: "Let me see!"

But I am like them except with holes in my flight

Just when I soar, my enemy pierces me with words "He has fallen;"

Arrows of lofty thoughts and discouragement of weighty nights

Progression has one Master but I am it's servant...


(My head is bowed and my eyes arise to the sounds of the morning

My gaze quickly finds the horizon through the murky floor reflection

The flooding of light approaches, coming to my countenance

But the mouth of the cave has become darken-

Wait! Clarity has sought my soul

Here it comes in the hands of my own)


And here, here comes my adversary...

Upon my tools I stare, upon the choices I can grasp:

With anger I can slay, but would this bring character delay?

But with love, I know I can create-

An example for others to follow.

And just then I remembered when I led my sheep to peaceful waters

(How I remember those days...)

When my songs were simple,

Words dancing with praise unto my starry Teacher

And now look! My pen is dried in the staleness of my position

And my ink is filled with pain and questions

My canvas continually cries "too what end will you finish writing inward destruction?"

I am being watered by His promise and the weight of memories

Yes! How I loved Samuel...

The one who blanketed my prayers while my head lay on rocks with our Rock

My eyes strain with the grandeur of my possessions lost

He has exposed himself and my sword cries vengeance:

"Let me take back my light with his life in my knife!"


But...

But love calls me to raid his robe

[The sound of clothing shredding] I WILL NOT LEAVE MY PROCESS!

So let the caves whisper to many and their inner storms:

"He echoed love"




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Trapped in the caves of my promise,
In the caves of misery and darkness
With brethren yet no water

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