Resurrection Day #2
Upside-down and hanging
On a cross outside Capital Hill
Thieves on each side
Follow on down to hell.
Crowds surround their savior
Screaming, gnashing of teeth
Distraught children of the light
Orange sun begins to set red.
Preacher’s daughters painted
Glossy red lips parted
Sons of prophets wonder
Why the sky falleth upon us?
Rising slowly out of the pot
Melting no one together,
A poor little smiling baby
Pulling wild fire from the sky.
Fading Washington turns blue
Mothers begin to smile
Rats turn back to deep sewers
Earth turns and moon glows.
2011 © Dayvid Graybill
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
So haunting!
Blessings,
Christine
Why the sky falleth upon us
Quite powerful, my friend.
Regis