John Rhinem Poet I do not know?

The Pool of Sent

Washing this mud from within my eyes

Drying them, and then

Tossing this cloth unto the earth....

I have returned from the pool of sent

With visions, before my sights

Sights, that do now burn

Pulling my fingers from upon my lips

And in silence....

Running them across my chin

As I stare beyond this darkened night

With a passion, that now so yearns

To place my sword upon its soul

And to pierce, through its very heart

This shadow before the stillness formed....

Upon Golgothas grounds I cross

The blood of Saints who died through time

Calling out, and crying from within its dust

Where unto I have come to avenge

Their precious souls and lives 

Priceless, that were once lost....

Standing, now, with "The Son of God!"

..........Beyond..........

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The Pool of Sent

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Janice Scott November 11, 2008 at 5:33 PM This is another excellent write John! Janice

Sara Lokken November 11, 2008 at 3:45 PM This is very beautiful and inspiration...unique also.:) Love, Sara

Julie Cottingham November 10, 2008 at 5:31 PM Beware the fools who upon the return of the saviour become drowned in the pool of sent, your poem indicates a time of great suffering, therefore I hear end of days, the blessed standing with the Son Of God, the saved ones, this is so deep, you write with a passion, this one blows me away, bravo my friend, and may the Lord forever keep you by his side. x

Michelle Mac Donald November 10, 2008 at 7:27 AM John, the 'Unicorn' is many things. "In light, white is the presence of all colors. In pigments, white is the absence of all colors" Since it had nothing to do with 'Pigments', and colour sometimes feels like music and flavours, it might sparks the senses? At the end it is like a cosmic enchantment..the Aurora Borealis. Given the opportunity one might see its spectral splendor? Not as elusive as the Unicorn.:) Best to you, John...God bless you and yours! Love to you...Mikki

Michelle Mac Donald November 10, 2008 at 7:08 AM Another amazing piece, John. You definitely are a warrior of words and thoughts. Certainly something to take into consideration being it is so close to Rememberance Day. However, this seems to go beyond earthly and feels more heavenly and spiritual. Love the title, it certainly addresses the contents of this poem. Wishing you the best, John...God bless you and yours! love to you..Mikki