Barbara Aquila Poet Free verse

Filip

My body soft
vulnerable to the brittle boned
aches
   to lend you shelter from arid attitudes
   sun scorched sorrows
   parched parchments of what was once
      life blood
as if a body could.

My soul soaring 
in sight of the peaceful plateau
hungers
   to set hollow bones to flight
   to supply deaf ears wings
   to lift you from the dark cavity
as if a soul could.

But I cannot interpret the crags
of your mountainous silence
   I can only feel what lies behind your eyes
I cannot understand a heart
bound in barbed wire
   but I recall a mouth that refused to smile
I could not cradle bony feelings.

   I am on my knees
   confessing my inadequacy to spark
   the vital flame mutated in you.

   I confess my arrogance in believing
   I am the one who can rescue

      I am on my knees
      I am on my knees

"Oh dry bones, hear the word of the Lord." (Ezekiel 37:4)

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Sylvia Coulstock July 17, 2018 at 4:22 PM Sad but beautiful.A wonderful way to covey a message and your faith.Thank you Barbara.

Warren Doll July 17, 2018 at 10:03 AM Great poem, Barbara. // WTD

Lyric Man July 13, 2018 at 4:42 PM Barbara.. your message in poetry rocks!! Barbara Aquila July 16, 2018 at 5:57 PM Thank you. To me, poetry is all about the message.