how is it they could close their eyes
to all the circus loves, the trapeze wonderments
and enterprise
bypassing the raffling of the stars
and seek only God while the inquisitions cried
you trespass. you must die.
o galileo did I understand
earth was not central.
something else at hand
I thought I knew
startled the birds away
and I lost song.
still there is shining
even in His shade
and for so long, no trace
and so we made our way
over thorns, bone cold
and devastating.
arthur and his knights that failed
and Judas in the corner of the painting
all in yellow, paled
and I still can't understand
why they crucified the man
deceived their King
and failed to make the grade
to make the scene
and still you came
shunning everything by everything shunned as well
beyond the statues weeping blood
the wishes falling down the wishing wall
to say, this world has faded, seek the new.
forget, forget the judgement of the world
the many trials you knew just to climb one hill
the lions, stadiums and all the rest
who lived alone to see you killed
sweet rest repose be yours
who endured the world.
and turned the other way
to say: His love is best.
mary angela douglas 7 january 2018
to all the circus loves, the trapeze wonderments
and enterprise
bypassing the raffling of the stars
and seek only God while the inquisitions cried
you trespass. you must die.
o galileo did I understand
earth was not central.
something else at hand
I thought I knew
startled the birds away
and I lost song.
still there is shining
even in His shade
and for so long, no trace
and so we made our way
over thorns, bone cold
and devastating.
arthur and his knights that failed
and Judas in the corner of the painting
all in yellow, paled
and I still can't understand
why they crucified the man
deceived their King
and failed to make the grade
to make the scene
and still you came
shunning everything by everything shunned as well
beyond the statues weeping blood
the wishes falling down the wishing wall
to say, this world has faded, seek the new.
forget, forget the judgement of the world
the many trials you knew just to climb one hill
the lions, stadiums and all the rest
who lived alone to see you killed
sweet rest repose be yours
who endured the world.
and turned the other way
to say: His love is best.
mary angela douglas 7 january 2018
