Purity meets Grace
Romance blossoms overnight
Innocence is born
In honour of our world’s precious children
She’s courting Disaster – slicked
down hair, reptilian smile,
morals twisted like the coils
of a rattler. She treasures
her trinkets and calls herself
‘Loved’ by virtue of their sheer
volume, dreaming of white lace
and cooing progeny while
he plunders her dignity,
moonlight carnivore thirsty
for flesh. She dates Denial,
but she’s courting Disaster…
Inscription to Evil
Your eyes perceived the offering –
ripe suckling pig offered on ego’s altar.
Fangs tore flesh, and cud was
savoured. Voiceless, innocence burned;
Betrayer invoked betrayal,
tearing fragility whisper-thin.
Blows descending, betrayed shrank into a pit
shame-thick and denial-sunk. Sneering talons clawed
soul. Comatose, Heart beat on.
Shame bled dark on a soul-stain as tearless face
silently screamed. Hope of healing ripped raw the ooze;
Endangered, You clutched the more. Friend
kissed betrayal, marrying decay to heart-stir;
Agony poured fire into fatal wounds.
Battered, Heart beat on.
Soul stirred to staunch the flow
but band-aids bled away. Exhausted, Heart
cried to Healer; Wounded hands
leaked Love! You perceived and trembled,
lost footing, unleashed hell-fury, unwilling to
surrender your masterpiece.
Heart, circulating a blood not its own,
Quivered on feet of glass.
Rage-screamed, You roared your hate-stench
but wounded hands held fast.
life-blood bled into Heart.
Glass feet glowed, diamond-studded in refining blaze.
Heart beat – IthinkIcan, IthinkIcan.
Flying, weightless, treading the wings of the dawn,
Heart discarded crutch. Leaped. Danced.
Alive, Heart exhaled, inhaled, filled lungs with sweetness.
And words, flaking off like scales,
indelibly penned Inscription to Evil,
covering scars with skin.
Exactly one year ago today, I posted this poem, my first on this blog which did not start out poetic! It would take several months before I claimed the title of poet. More than 880 poems in the 365 days following this initial offering. I am honoured and humbled by the encouraging response and support of my blogging community, and honoured and humbled that God has blessed me with this gift – what a sweet surprise it has been to see it unveiled, to learn the joy and release of expressing my thoughts in this new form. Today is a day to celebrate – the Voice I lost so long ago has been found, restored, and unleashed! The power of this miracle takes my breath away…
Ever since you stepped into the Light,
your true colours are leaching out,
bleeding filth onto what you tried to convince yourself
was pure as the driven snow.
is only relative;
compared to your earth-bound buddies,
you held your mask well.
But meeting Spring has a way of
stripping away the ruse,
the snow job pulling the wool over your own eyes.
Let it go.
Let it melt under these revealing rays;
let all you gripped with such bloodless fingers
soften and dissolve
into the dust it always was.
Only then can you abandon the scam of your innocence
to embrace the singular purity of invisible Light,
Sun whose rays reveal the need
Innocence dies on the morrow –
but you don’t need to know that.
The thought of what is to come
would kill you before your time;
you need this night.
You need this moment,
this avenue of secret stillness,
this scented ‘now’ that sweeps away breath
and catches heart in throat to behold.
It is well that
you will have something to hold on to
when innocence dies.
and store up dreams
in girlish pockets,