the sky over archbishop becket April 30, 2007
Posted by sinisterdexterity in Haiku, Metaphors, Poetry, Religion.trackback
all flesh is as light
two thousand golden apples
are a memory
a cross encircled
did the unremembered laugh
celtic to the last?
grey flowers display
masons bow beneath the sky
that their hammers wrought
shield ringed with fire
eight gates pierced with light above
what rough beast was made?
pilgrimage ends here
the century’s weary hands
play a nave of swords
old stone holds old air
a thousand years of sainthood
stained glass, empty vaults
shielded from the sky
this sanctity will survive
the meaning of god
a cross encircled with 80,000 native aborigonals victims after the recent church scandals in Canada: Religous leaders must
stay away from our children. Multi-generational epidemics of sanctioned and church protected pedophilia proves religion and children should not mix
Church officals stay out of our bedrooms. Work on correcting your own dysfunctional sexual urges
Yes, I suppose so. I don’t invite Church officials to my bedroom either. What a funny comment! Totally out of point, I’d say.
Yep, religion and children shouldn’t mix. Lest you have little kids hijacking the pulpit or something.