There within the tomb, the temple, their God he be,
Bones of yesteryear remind us cruelly,
Vespers had consumed, Gods kingdom,
Hell had they accused, so ruefully,
Still, there on the altar gold plates, silken laced,
Whereupon, ego, selfishness and greed where placed,
And the chalice of the blood consumed,
The devil had embraced,
God’s treasures though had squandered all
Insects, butterflies, and nematodes,
And all that God had made large and small,
Bones and skeletons had left, that filled the steeple tall,
A whisper still remained, like Noah’s ark a bird had flew,
It did not sing no more, singing now did rue,
Nothing left to sing about, this world now bare,
No one left its joy to share it knew,
Like a ghost from distant space he stood,
A golden robe, his arms in priestly motion,
As he had in times of yore,
Blessing all with priestly lotion, as he always would,
This apparition did I see, and ran to flee, away,
On Mount Ararat I found a spot,
Among the bones and timber lost,
In haste and fear did pray,
©Jasmin Horst E.P. Seiler,22/03/2009
You just nailed the lies into a rock.
Georg
Love,
Eileen
Be always safe,
Karen
Powerful, evocative imagery and language expressing loss of value, faith and spirituality and the search for meaning and what's worthwhile in a world dominated by idols. I love the point of view here and the style in which you share it, thank you.
John