The trigger finger,
Button of mass destruction:
Blood-lust from father to
son passed -- children learn
by what parents do, even more than
from what we say
Let us pray:
Dear God, save us from self inflicted
evil today;
Save us from such sad sorrow going
into the morrow;
Let Your Christ Sacrifice be not for
naught; in Your mercy and fairness
penitently our refuge is sought
The Devil rules when Love forsaken
Every grave a plot where lies a precious
child, victim of another wrongly taught
Though far wiser purchases for mankind
Warrior mentality
Weapons of war is the industry
Most sold
And naively bought....
Categories:
penitently, hate, inspirational, leadership, patriotic,
Form: Free verse
The Travellers. The vagabond Cock on the Threshold's tree crowed as evil nights furtively flee from sunrise, as church bell tolled, tolling for the travellers. Expectantly, they set fourth at dawn ,early enough strutting down the river road, amidst valleys and Wuthering heights. They walked faster at noon, as sun shun very callously...withered all flowers. Weary and spent , heads bowed, penitently, they stood before him. The church bell tolled again, tolling for every one. Earth to earth, Dust to dust.
Categories:
penitently, philosophy, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Sinners are always sorrowful
Their days are mournful
But when they regain their sight
The Lord gives them might
Then, they will match in victory
And for Christ, conquering every territory
For all the earth is for the Lord
And He will prove all His spoken word
Because they have come penitently
When He looked at their heart intently.
Categories:
penitently, christian,
Form: Blank verse
White cloaked among the shine of brass and glass, Father waits,
cries of past and present mingle, among the cairns of dead.
He paces penitently within the maze
of the stucco glazed cemetery.
"Shall I pray for your dead? He seems to say..
Have you paid the fee?"
The dead rule here and he is their voice.
“How many Our Father’s shall I say?”
Money, as always the key….
“My child why do you cry?”
Father inquires with Priestly aplomb.
“Only God now knows where your mother has gone.”
Half dead flowers fall from the child’s hand.
Categories:
penitently, child, death, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Foraging through time's annals
Peering through the faded panels
Catching a glint through corroded channels
Seeking the sallowing bridges to re-enamel
Shuffling along desert lanes beaten down by Assyrian
chariot trains
Walking subsumed Royal Persian road, linking cultural
chains
Striding through exhumed Alexandrian cities'
ethnocentric strains
Strolling pebbled Roman boulevards accentuated by
aqueduct drains
Riding the Mongolian steppes listening to the murderous
refrains
Traipsing through gold-crowned Ottoman mosques
sprouting Christian veins
Lumbering penitently along Via Dolorosa grasping
sacrificial blood stains
Categories:
penitently, history
Form: Rhyme