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Interfaith Lamentations

Interfaith Lamentations

The first shall be last and the last shall be first

The Fig Leaf, wrapped intimate as undergarments upon the flesh, does not know his Wearer

His daughter builds castles out of dimes

The Surrendered filled with insults, who suffers in silence, doesn't realise how close he is to Christ

His daughter burns all her grandfather's albums

The New Wine grafted into the Vine doesn't percieve his privilege and power

His daughter dances over a cliff to an enchanting orchestra

The Blue Throat holding Abraham's key has yet to recognise his invitation

His daughter is absorbed in the trivialities of a microscope

Oh hidden things to blinded hearts

Why must I live at such an hour?

Destruction brews upon the hearth

Soon they'll discover Love together

Spirit will find rest
Spirit will make her dwelling

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Tony Taylor

Hey AL!!... this is seriously INTENSE brother!!...... and armed with truly powerful phrasing and insight!!...... especially where the daughter is concerned!! ~

                  ~ "His daughter builds castles out of dimes..."
                     "His daughter burns all her grandfather's albums.."
                 "His daughter dances over a cliff to an enchanting orchestra"
                  "His daughter is absorbed in the trivialities of a microscope"

The piercing nature of your poetry is truly compelling..... Love it!!.....ALL STARS!!.......T xo ?✴❤

 

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al Bikaadi

Thank you so much Tony! ❤ Your comments mean a lot to me, cause far too often I think I make little sense outside of my own head. Lol

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