Wise Men
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Fecund child, your fate is wrapped,
In swaddling cloth, once more entrapped.
Fecund child, whom angels
Point fingers at…
Fecund child? Do you wish
Your freedom could act with anonymity?
Isn’t Godhead freedom?
Wise men smile,
Without full truth, wise men flee
To return home, wise men protect
On many different levels, wise men
Leave footprints in winds of sand.
Fostered child, your heart beats pain,
Speared and nailed, by life defamed.
Fostered child, whom angels
Sing carols to…
Fostered child? Do you wish
Your bondage to react to pseudonymity?
Isn’t Godhead bondage?
Wise men frown,
When truth’s revealed, wise men plead
For a return home, wise men elect
On many different levels, wise men
Leave sands in footprints of wind.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/24/06
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Art Sun...
Hungry for a poem, like a Hawk soaring –looking for a prey– for the meal of the day, EUREKA! I took a trip to twenty centuries of the Greek-Roman empire – while reading this poem, which is a sword to cut the chain of subservient minds, and a voice against psycho-slavery.
With its realistic symbolism and surrealistic impressionism, its contents and uniqueness, this poem, "Wise Men" brings petals of a poetic-philosophic flower scented with aroma of wisdom.
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU,
Apprentice-poet by the Grace of The Mother Poet.