Title: 'MAY I?'

Mary, Mother of God

Am I too good for this world?

Or is this world, 
Just too good for me?

Must I continue 
To mellow merrily

In this mean, 
Mind-forged misery?

Or will you arrest 
My sense of self pity?

Shall my modest, 
Morning moans

And sighs amidst, 
The sinister groans

Of ghastly sounding hounds,

Hour after hour, 
Echo this helpless, humbling,

Awkward and unheard heart,

Broken beyond heartbreak?

Thy thickest of skins 
May not withstand,

Such wilt-less weeping.

That though, sweet and candid,

This unbridled woe of mine,

Might shine supreme, 
But not divine.

Yet undivided, 
unguarded and undeterred,

The murmurings 
Will not be ignored.

So, must I remain ensnared,

Enraptured by their speculation?

Or scattered, sprinkled 
and reinforced,

As if poised to rescind, any rising

From slumber, of my sleeping mute?

A beauty beyond 
Such modest boundaries,

Beckons that we must 
succumb threadbare

To her ancient secrets,

Trickling forth through 
The wear and tear

Holes in the walls, 
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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Poetry by Rev.Bola A (copyright: 26.3.12 -ARR)

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Title: 'MAY I' 7/Oil - Prayer Art by Rev.Bola A.