Stigmata
scented
and
poised to see
God’s
forgiveness
Tired
of what’s become
he
hoped to change
these
“fortunes”
He’s
seen so much
yet
knows so little
of
meaning
Nature,
nurture
to
him a choice not provided
until
this day
He
kneeled before the altar
as
he’d never done before—
he realized he had no business to be
Clasping
hands, similar
to
how others had done many times
before
the quenching song was sung
He
had a speech all planned out
and
like a lawyer he defensed his soul
with
all the many reasons beyond his own control
He
claimed he’d changed,
how
different he’d become
and
that’s when God appeared
Unfeeling
and cold, he stayed knees to floor
knowing
this all should resonate much, much more
but
he also understood, if God returned, soon it all would
In
an ancient and blessed tone,
psalms
from Heaven filled the room
but
muster a nod was all our hero could
As
disrespecting as perhaps this might look
never
once did God forsake his grace,
for
he saw the tears stream down this man’s face
But
before those drops could hit the ground
the
sky opened to a basking love sent down,
and
buried deep, the stolen soul is found
Eviscerated
now, is the curse
for even those so entrenched in sin
God can see the worth within
And
the vampire may have lost his thirst
but in so doing, he now had
the chance to seek eternal life
This week for Poetics, the crew at D'Verse has asked each of us to create a poem that uses the vampire, either literally or figuratively, as the central figure/theme. I just happened to post this piece yesterday and have decided to link it up with the other vampiric poems. Head on over, enjoy what's been linked up, and while you're at it, perhaps you'll see the light and burst in a creative explosion of your own. If you do, please share. Cheers
In the recording I made some changes, mainly changing the narrator.
In the recording I made some changes, mainly changing the narrator.
Proud to perform at Wednesday Open Mic with JohnnyK over at the River.
