Broken Sky
12-6-08
Sooty clouds choke me, cause my vision to dance
as the scent of sulfur scorches my dull skin.
Chains rub bloodied sores as I breathe my penance.
I can't taste the wind of grace in empty sin,
and my chains assure me I was born for this.
Death is a demon, and he invites me in.
The last bullet is fired, yet I watch it miss
as His arms stretch out across a broken sky.
Please tell me, how did my penance become His?
Chains slide from bloodied wrists, and I know that I
came alive on the day that I watched Him die.
12-6-08
Sooty clouds choke me, cause my vision to dance
as the scent of sulfur scorches my dull skin.
Chains rub bloodied sores as I breathe my penance.
I can't taste the wind of grace in empty sin,
and my chains assure me I was born for this.
Death is a demon, and he invites me in.
The last bullet is fired, yet I watch it miss
as His arms stretch out across a broken sky.
Please tell me, how did my penance become His?
Chains slide from bloodied wrists, and I know that I
came alive on the day that I watched Him die.
4 comments:
Elraen, that was remarkable in every sense of the word. Absolutely beautiful. I don't read as much of you CPeeps' works as I'd like to during college, but out of all of the poems I've read by you this semester, this one's my favorite. :)
This is beautiful. :) Reminds me somewhat of the movie The Mission, and it's themes of forgiveness, grace, and penance.
I haven't commented on your poetry much, :oops:, but I've been following your entries on Grab Bag, and I think they're all pretty amazing. :)
I have decided this is my favorite poem of all time...It used to be one by robert frost but now its one by mary burklin :)
The imagery and...reality of it, I think, is what draws me in and makes me love it. ♥
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