Beyond Questions
What hell was that met me in the night
And drove me from the path of peace?
What vulture sang like robins to invite
My soul to callous carrion's mangled feast?
What act, what word was the anesthesia
Of my will? What frigid fear held me
Where life was wrenched from ambrosia
Days, and drenched in mangrove's gris?
A beast in human form it seemed, wandered
From a woodland habitat of green, and by
The beauty of the forest lore, there pandered
Its lie, transfigured on my innocent eye.
I had a hard coming of it, paid dearly
For what I did not attain ... lost much, too
Much for the gall of pain! And I barely
But perched where grace was sun and dew
Churning faith into milk against my tongue
Lifting me heavenward when feathers stuck
By grease could not climb dreams' rung
To see the promise of blessing or luck.
So many came and never understood, why I
Needing love left them empty handed
To fight her fears daggering at my eye
My sail unfurls now, my ship no longer stranded.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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