march 27,2005

passion day 6(dollar short-day late)


dust settles
pinned eyes
strain to open
encrusted with grief
head pounding ache
in the very pit
of your soul
reliving
rewinding
replaying
over and over
last
moments
last
hand touch
last
smile carefree
forsaken moments...
and you choke on the nightmare
the feeling that you get
if you just could do it over
go hide under the covers and...
sleep...perhaps time will stand
still pain will subside
sack cloth
mourning clothes
and a sky that bears
no hope of a sunrise
and the strangling emptiness...
the haunting image
scorched earth policy
broken heart happenings
and the grimaces
the moans for mercy
wracked with pain
helplessness and now the quiet
buried behind stone
we are buried behind shame
feet that were washed by holy hands
hit the dust and hid in the shadows
and you were alone
and my god
my god how could i have...
forsaken...fled...looked
out for my own traitorous
well being
had tasted of your sweetness
had a glipmse of your glory
saw miracles leave your fingertips
holy fire
holy power
breathless body
frankincense and myrh
drained and bleak
and he will not suffer his foot...
all seems in slumber...
and there is no need
to wake up.