Mary, Mother of God
Am I too good for this world?
Or is this world,
Just too good for me?
Just too good for me?
Must I continue
To mellow merrily
To mellow merrily
In this mean,
Mind-forged misery?
Mind-forged misery?
Or will you arrest
My sense of self pity?
My sense of self pity?
Shall my modest,
Morning moans
Morning moans
And sighs amidst,
The sinister groans
The sinister groans
Of ghastly sounding hounds,
Hour after hour,
Echo this helpless, humbling,
Echo this helpless, humbling,
Awkward and unheard heart,
Broken beyond heartbreak?
Thy thickest of skins
May not withstand,
May not withstand,
Such wilt-less weeping.
That though, sweet and candid,
This unbridled woe of mine,
Might shine supreme,
But not divine.
But not divine.
Yet undivided,
unguarded and undeterred,
unguarded and undeterred,
The murmurings
Will not be ignored.
Will not be ignored.
So, must I remain ensnared,
Enraptured by their speculation?
Or scattered, sprinkled
and reinforced,
and reinforced,
As if poised to rescind, any rising
From slumber, of my sleeping mute?
A beauty beyond
Such modest boundaries,
Such modest boundaries,
Beckons that we must
succumb threadbare
succumb threadbare
To her ancient secrets,
Trickling forth through
The wear and tear
The wear and tear
Holes in the walls,
of our world's complacency.
of our world's complacency.
May I, be determined to be heard
And not be damned, if I do?
Might I, now be saved from such
A profound humiliating fate, anew?
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| Title: 'MAY I' 7/Oil - Prayer Art by Rev.Bola A. |
