Eve
I poem from my younger years. Personally im not chrisitan but this poem was devoted to those I knew who where and their devotion to their faith. I hope you enjoy it.
Eve
and as I sit and peer at this scene, silver stars from the heavens stream
and the landscape so peacfully serine becomes the master smith of a dream
and so the thought dose come to mind, of all the selves Ive left behind
and through all the corpses you will never find, thus lies the fate of all mankind
and so these black streets I explore, paths so utterly beautiful before
and yet thanks to the corperate lore, the essance of truth is never more
and within this conundrum I do believe, the essance with which they deceive
and so the seed to conseive, I pray for on this christmas eve
and the seed of the grace of the child, lay there so utterly mild
and gave forth the eyes of the wild, and the mouth that always smiled
and so like old he comes again, the son of god, the father of men
and like him now is like him then, for he is everlasting, neverchanging…Amen.
Eve
and as I sit and peer at this scene, silver stars from the heavens stream
and the landscape so peacfully serine becomes the master smith of a dream
and so the thought dose come to mind, of all the selves Ive left behind
and through all the corpses you will never find, thus lies the fate of all mankind
and so these black streets I explore, paths so utterly beautiful before
and yet thanks to the corperate lore, the essance of truth is never more
and within this conundrum I do believe, the essance with which they deceive
and so the seed to conseive, I pray for on this christmas eve
and the seed of the grace of the child, lay there so utterly mild
and gave forth the eyes of the wild, and the mouth that always smiled
and so like old he comes again, the son of god, the father of men
and like him now is like him then, for he is everlasting, neverchanging…Amen.
Nicely laid out, Flow. I like the … well, FLOW, if I may.
lol id hope id have at least that by now. Thanks much for readin my friend, im glad you liked the poem.
Wonderful flow. Excellent words and imagery.
What a beautiful gift of respect and tolerance. Absolutely love “gave forth the eyes of the wild” – it makes me think of God as creator and the venture of man into the wild after Eve and the apple.
I never thought it about it like that. Im Glad to see this piece got a good reception. I consider myself an agnostic witch but in my highschool days I was just another wiccan kid. After highschool i had a very tarnished view of christians. The born agains that went to my school were relentless in their attempts to convert me. It wasnt till i got out into the world that I matured and met many of the christian faith that found honorable and respectful, and thats what inspired me to write this, as a tribute to those that showed me that all paths lead to god.