I have seen the marble arch
and was not afraid. The
comeliness of it's curved
surface paused me. Your
song whispered of birds
felting by, of fallen kings and
reasons.
I have time on my hands to
listen. Hallelujah. For my
steadfastness in love has left
me
bereft.
I swore to all the kings in the
Bible. I offered my skinned
knees, for solace that I was heard.
Hallelujah
There are cracks in my head,
my ankles are shackled. No
music but a laugh echoed
side to side.
I will go down to the river to
find God. Your repertoire
is complete.
Why a monk Leonard? The
music of the ages was written
without your melody and
I sank beneath the river
like a stone.
But you're not there. Your
music sustains me. I walk
out, wet and cold.
Hallelujah.
I am redeemed from the
nightmare. I step on your
music as a soft petal.
I am for a moment, relished
and shriven.
Hallelujah
Caroline Shank
Dec 20, 2022
Dec 20, 2022 at 10:04 AM UTC
I have seen the marble arch
and was not afraid. The
comeliness of it's curved
surface paused me. Your
song whispered of birds
felting by, of fallen kings and
reasons.
I have time on my hands to
listen. Hallelujah. For my
steadfastness in love has left
me
bereft.
I swore to all the kings in the
Bible. I offered my skinned
knees, for solace that I was heard.
Hallelujah
There are cracks in my head,
my ankles are shackled. No
music but a laugh echoed
side to side.
I will go down to the river to
find God. Your repertoire
is complete.
Why a monk Leonard? The
music of the ages was written
without your melody and
I sank beneath the river
like a stone.
But you're not there. Your
music sustains me. I walk
out, wet and cold.
Hallelujah.
I am redeemed from the
nightmare. I step on your
music as a soft petal.
I am for a moment, relished
and shriven.
Hallelujah
Caroline Shank
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