Holy Words
When sublime words fell from the sky, free to
Those who would listen, a few looked at
Each other in wonder, some felt a tingling
Fear trickle down their stooped spines, many more,
Intoxicated by their new human
Sensations, never heard anything at all.
Pitter patter as rain, holy words fall from
The sky, crafted in each listener’s mind,
Woven into new tales of joyful dance,
So close to us, near as our beating heart,
In soulful invocations; in prayers;
And most of all in our loves and laughter.
Faith binds us in a linen cloth, white, plain,
Contoured round our flowing body, shaping
Our spaceless reflective mind. Faltering
Words are slowly whispered in hoarse breath,
Lured, we wriggle free of holy embrace,
Tempted again into sinful secrets;
A conjurer’s trick of deceit and lies.
© David R. Durham
“Faltering Words are slowly whispered in hoarse breath, Lured, we wriggle free of holy embrace, Tempted again into sinful secrets; A conjurer’s trick of deceit and lies.” Lovely and sad words for the truth of them. The god of this world, his whispers are always in the form of a hoarse breath, for all of the sickness that he is, and for all of the sickness that he brings. And though we are wrapped in the comfort of the Holy Embrace, swaddled and secure, we rip at the cloth to follow the liars deciet. Beautifully written, thank you!
Thank you for your kind comments.
Great thoughts ,inspiring.Thank you David for liking my post (Can Human Being..? ) Have a blessed day.jalal
Thank you for your comment. Keep posting.