Monday, January 23, 2006


The discourse of disfunction
It's prevalent right here
Though men have no compuction
And women have no fear
And how's the body gonna work
If one hand binds the other
And if one foot all weight it shirks
Will it be walking with its brother?
Tolerate is the mantra
The nightmare shows its faces
Black and grim the contra
The sheepy mask erases.
The head of man uprises
A wolf from sheep-skin torn
Forgotten are the spices
Brought to the virgin-born.
Forgotten is the love
Neighbor shows in ruth.
Scorn not the One above
By casting off the truth.


Bonita said...

Did you write this? It is lovely, and powerful.

HomemakerAng said...

thanks for stopping by, i look forward to reading your blog!

mreddie said...

A strong warning to this present world that are mostly asleep - some Christians as well. ec

grannyfiddler said...

that beautiful poem wants to be illuminated on parchment. it's magnificent... yours?

thebeloved said...

Thank you all... I did write this... and rewrote it... and rewrote it... Thanks again!

Anonymous said...

Great work, sweetie.
Love, Mom

nic said...

All right, Colleen. I think this is my favorite one so far.