Oh, Father, where art thou?
Your star seems dim since Man
Has fallen from the womb of God,
Who's fallen, from the grace of eternity.
Oh, Agony, shedding your tears
Of arrears does not change fears…
Oh, Mother, where art thou?
Your scars of saviourhood
Have fallen on empty wombs of God,
Have fallen, sterilized by eternity.
Oh, Misery, shedding your heart
Can’t restart love that departs…
Oh, Brother, where art thou?
Your acts of antipathy
Have fallen and emptied the womb of God,
Have fallen, and written eternity.
Oh, Torment, shedding your wails
To derail others faith always fails…
Oh, Sister, where art thou?
Your pacts with present needs
Have fallen, emptying wombs of God,
Have fallen, and obliterated eternity.
Oh, Anguish, shedding sweet hope
Cuts the rope of being able to cope…
Oh, Creator, where art thou?
Your worth has been stained,
Has fallen on the womb of Humanity,
Who's fallen, out of heaven’s eternity.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 7/13/05
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You paintings are so vivid. I ache as if were my womb bereft of its fruit. I LOVE TO READ YOU!
Peace,
B
I'm wondering, myself--
Powerful, thought provoking, painful piece; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
message board me, please--
While reading this poem I had a vision of Minerva's Palace.
She was hosting Phoebus, Euterpe and Erato, and commanded
an Olympian singer to recite "Where Art Thou?". When the last
verse was sung, Minerva said to her guests:
"I SHALL GIVE THIS AUTHOR OF "Where Art Thou?" a permanent
Scrolls Holder in my Library."
When I heard Minerva's statement I read "Where Art Thou?" again,
and now, back from my third reading, I can say that I will follow
Minerva's will.
Poet Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen, when the industrial INTELLIGENTSIA
read Your literary works, they will become INTELLIGENT and will publish Your works world-wide.
I salute You and wish that the world will get to know
the Excellence of Your works on The Major Art.
Long Healthy Creative and Blissful Life.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU