L'Nass Shango Poet Haiku

The Maranatha

Being only man,
Waiting till I die is hard
More than it is long

I walk razor sharp
On the edge of true belief
Bruised with impatience

In a double world
Of sinister partitions
And a squalid mask

Judas has come back
Again in each lukewarm saint
His coming pushed back

I keep but one faith
One longing decrees my will
For the jasper gate

But look, the false throng
Their ancient pretense cuddling
In tensed rituals

So I sag with it
My bleeding feet on the edge
Of the flaming sword

Welcome, just me in
Let me see the primal tree
Shield me from their sin

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Sara Kendrick November 23, 2010 at 3:30 AM Interesting work..Sara

Wilma Neels November 21, 2010 at 10:54 AM L'nass some thought provoking thoughts on betrayal.. A captivating write.. Thank your for your comments and encouragement.. Enjoy the rest of your day my friend ;) Wilma

Andrea Dietrich November 21, 2010 at 9:26 AM wow, this is really good stuff, L'nass. The fourth stanza really stands out for me. Very strong. Lots of hypocrites in the world, L'nass and you are not among them. LUv, Andrea

Dr.Ram Mehta November 21, 2010 at 8:21 AM I think many of us has experienced that walk on the sword. Very touchy and sentimental thoughts,

Carolyn Devonshire November 21, 2010 at 8:14 AM Captivating haiku series that expresses deep feelings of betrayal, my friend. Indeed, it can feel like walking on a "flaming sword." Awesome! Love and blessings, Carolyn

Joy Wellington November 21, 2010 at 7:29 AM "Judas has come back again in each lukewarm saint. His coming pushed back". Thanks for the see-yourself-upliftment sir.

Joy Wellington November 21, 2010 at 7:24 AM L'nass, I sense your bleeding heart, like the prophets of old, who saw the waywardness of the saints and want to set them straight but couldn't. This burden is worse than a physical load. Blessings, Joy (Jew)

Michael J. Falotico November 21, 2010 at 7:07 AM Another deep write that grabs the reader and doesn't let go...Thank you for spending your time reading my poems...your comments encourage me to write more...Always Michael