April 12, 2014
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Fine earth-dusts
Beneath a stone upturned
By the clattering
Mob-pourings after centurions
On the mocking-run to GolgothaThey drive a poor shrunk Man heaving a Cross
Bright honor they do to One
Who gave them alms from heaven
Bread from stone
LifeSee them all for their total pale shadows-grey eye
Each surly ash etched deep in monotonic dullnessYet slowly slowly now
Out of the loveliness of death’s oncoming shade
Deep deep within Exquisite Quiet
Where Temple bleeds out thorn
And Hands and Feet shed iron studs
The Agony whispers in the sad and delicate air“Forgive”
See Perfection and Futility
As Twin Agonies inseperable as earth-dusts
Lying beneath an upturned stone
High on the mocking-runPowders
Blowing time out of mindPowders
Upon which the mind is nourished(Repost – For the Easter Passion)
Comments (4)
And a very worthy repost! This is beautifully said. My Arise group was just doing a study on forgiveness and if you don’t mind I’d like to share this with them. Yes?
Thank you and yes…I would be honored if you shared my poem with your friends… Blessings on you and yours…
This is so beautifully written and has so much depth and poignancy. I love reading your poems Mr. Manos. Thank you.
I love this one.