Ablution February 28, 2008
The water moves my heart block by block.
Kid’s idea of a house, half-hearted playground.
Year come around; explode light along everlasting funnel
And I am falling; my wings fold resigned.
I turn my breath inwards Morning Star.
Pull happiness like a trigger.
It was time to return from the playground
there were dark patches on my arms.
Ghosts fussed about me
poured water that ran down
my throat and burnt my eyes.
I had been in old dreams
suffering from strange thoughts.
It was evening when I woke up.
I sat alone
a glass of tea in front
and listened to the world fall asleep.
Interesting, Scio.
Very dark and yes, abstract.
I had to look up ‘ablution’ in the dictionary!
Cetainly, I am challenged each time I check in here!
Of course, I believe there is only one True Morning Star and that is the Lord Jesus Christ. Lucifer is the great deceiver, beautiful though he is, masquarding around like an angel of light, he has no cleansing or saving power. My convictions make it hard for me to swallow a poem like this one but I do feel compelled to at least say something in defense of the True Morning Star. (I will understand if you wish not to post this comment.)
Be Blessed!
Scotti
Not post this comment? I assure you the thought never entered my head Scotti. You are right in that Lucifer and his ilk have no cleansing and saving powers . I did not want to glorify Lucifer, though the picture and the poem must have conveyed otherwise.
Having said that, it is easy for one to identify with anger and to cherish rebellion even when these are misdirected. The poem does point to this sort of an identification with Lucifer.
But then the path is one of dying - “breath turned inwards…wings fold resigned…pull happiness like a trigger”.
Really appreciate your comments. Thanks for the visit