they tear at his heart
gilded words of spite and lies
condemning him to hell
she will not submit
she knows the truth and the light
it visits sometimes
she will leave the mire
of devils and cruelty
she knows love she knows
they walk piously
long trains of exalted words
to fit a concept
and not one of them
has been touched by the sweet breath
of the light and truth
hands cover their eyes
the truth lies in the soft night
not in scourge and sin
obsession with sin
deranged dangerous spittle
engulfed by fierce flames
striking fear into young hearts
of punishment and terror
the way of the Lord
and that's what they say
and that's what it's not and that's why
exile is beauty
beauty in silence
beauty in a sigh of love
beauty in the waves
Deo Gratias
definitely not the way to win anyone with striking fear into their hearts...love is gentle and kind...and never found easily on the main road..
ReplyDeleteI agree with you Claudia.
Deletethis strikes a very personal note for me...in my shunning by the church at an early age...hell fire and brimstone...and still much to learn of love...
ReplyDeleteYour opinion is shared by many.
DeleteThis takes a more positive (and very Joycean) view of exile - freedom from some of the contraints of repressive authority - the spittle line was especially vivid and wonderful for me. k.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the Joycean recognition in your very favourable comment. He is a such a wonderful writer. Thank you for the prompt.
Delete"Here comes the time, when people will behave like madmen, and if they see anybody who does not behave like that, they will rebel against him and say: "You are mad", - because he is not like them."
ReplyDelete(Anthony the Great)
Remember the "Yurodivy"; one who acts as a fool in the eyes of others. S/he is irritating and feigns insanity, pretends to be silly, or provokes shock or outrage by deliberate unruliness.
The world is, has always been and will always be a place hostile to the sensitive and loving.
Yep and a lot of the hostility comes from our own ranks unfortunately. Never mind, birds of a feather ( so to speak..)This flocking may draw unwanted attention methinks and result in protest,vilification and conjecture. Great..let's flock Babe!(chortles)
DeleteNow I understand
ReplyDeleteWhat you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they did not know how --
Perhaps they'll listen now.
The xile of romantic love nourishes so much of our vital forces, akways ready to be oppressed by those who hate freedom.
ReplyDeleteSweetie I have told you umpteenth times about mixing x with y:) (giggles!)
Delete