Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Fini



"And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever. (Revelation 20:10)"

When the tempest has ended
When the world is cinder and ash
All the temptations shredded
And Angels reveal the fates that have been cast
Will come a day when all is new
Will spawn a world, perfect as created
All the victims acquitted by truth
Redeemed by faith and grace
And the old world will be annihilated
By the one who created it, to begin
By the one who knows no end
By the one who destroyed Satan, the Beast
And all his kin
A new world will come
And I am hoping
That despite my sin
Despite my ruin
I am right within

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Wails for the dead and Newborns mingle

The mourning wails for the recent dead
Intermingle with the cries of the newborns
The living share their space with the passing souls
Who are in transit from this place to the next
And there is a sweet communion between them
As one leaves for the Elysian fields
And the other has to find a way
For here upon earth
Sanctuary never exists
Except those who create it
Except for those who seek
Some souls never shall find it
For the broken wings of their spirit
Cannot lift them to that haven
Cannot allow them to escape
And the world keeps spinning
However well we partake
In the offerings, of the way
Of life, as it passes by
As it passes by
Some are lost behind the veil
Some are washed beneath the waves
As time moves on, nothing remains
That isn’t swept away in the tides
And cast out to sea

new poem: Thrust of Blame

They thrust
Blame upon me
I am shamed by their voice
But I never did what they say
I cannot escape their views
Or faulty memories
I can never be the same
Just a moment of trust would go nicely
To soothe the wounds they’ve opened
On me
A moment of trust so distant and lost
They won’t let me be, again
I am broken beyond repair
Blame upon me
Shame upon me
I could explain but it doesn’t matter
They’ve as much as framed me
They’ve judged me as being wrong
And it doesn’t matter a damn
Truth is trumped by anger
Over and over again.