Tuesday 25 August 2009

Lips Whistling Between Mouthfuls

Caretaker
God of all;
from a mountain top
table top between vinegar and tombs,
shepard of Light
God of flesh
soul engine.
In amongst
cotton swabs and tears
Love ricochets,
sending apes into pandemonium
stirring granite.
Lord above mortals
watching from a holy turret
as evil tries to maim,
to disfigure Life
with cruel knuckles.
Raw God
Lover over all
place before us soft fire
to keep wolves from plotting
in darkness.
See all
everything to hand,
all knots in order,
immortal sinewy control.
We the feeble
living under a milky canopy
fighting for breath
until angels give us lungs
to smoke dry.
God is all
and all to God,
fingers crooked in prayer
while havoc claws at elbows.
Little is the suffering of Man
and great is Love
beyond skin and judgement...

@Steven Francis poems 2009

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