Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Relics



Relics

It hadn’t been easy on us -
Because I was always after
You -
And you were always away from
Me.

Those times with ancestors,
And lovers - you took them
All -
Away. 

The grandiose were fleeting like seasons
And mad like tide -
And theories
  
     And

The Big Bang burst!

Building, breaking and rebuilding
All there was, was you
Hide from vultures!

You nailed me , waiting here -
The Cross, words, and faith -

In  1Corinthians 3:16

“Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit lives in you?”

O Love, unto love, o dearly beloved!
I am a mass of evolution,
Memories and history,
Maybe your bright shadow
Dug from the ground
Or taken from the dead,
Or molded from the gods,
Meat and skull of civilization
Or even dust,
Once flesh, now breath -

       Oh from dust to dust –

And  here,  you  bequeath me…
Again -

Rocks!  sun-baked  
Immersed
Soaked into oceans,
Soft pure clay and great pyramids of sand

Molded by God’s palm and thumb, dearly from his heart,

Dearly from his fragrant mouth -

God blowing, blowing,
New life. 

Rosevoc2. February 15, 2012 on Poemhunter.com
Posted on Thursday,  February 16, 2012
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