Heavenly Father

27 December 2015

 

They cried of foul play

That white were black and tar snow

Gyrating tables

 

They spoke of wisdom

From bottomless pits that stank

Of guileless treason

 

They heard no sorrow

Gave life no choice founded cause

For death all reason

 

 

They kneaded hundreds

Merciless bread for the damned

Agony’s children

 

They cried and beat stones

Jewels of splendour and loss

In chest that echoed

 

They raised green idols

That fanned all mildew and spate

Instilled in heart hate

 

They embraced the dead

Sucking mortified blank breaths

Blankets of glory

 

They unwound the life

Slow top that reeled unending

Their task dark, gory

 

 

Of one the undead

Through pulsating Heart expressed

Words that rang through me

 

Heavenly Father

Ripped open my Heart’s ribbons

Gifted me to world

 

One to ten thousand

Ten thousand million summons

Of the ones that swirled

 

 

Pretender – Sarah Jaffe

Life is calling – Beth Hart

Soul Shine – Beth Hart