01-27-2015, 07:48 PM
With ageing sinews strained by days, hard stretched and sprained beyond repair,
out from the scream of Munch's night, comes forth the unexpected prayer.
That god might slip into the gap between a life of constant pain
and moments only salved by sleep (and even that, a dreamer's bane),
is not enough to pour belief into the analgesic pot.
Each twinge that twists is small distress. What hurts us more than faith is not
the forlorn hope that by our prayers, the agonised will be relieved
but that at best, by grimaced grace, we by forgiveness are reprieved.
Forgiven for the withered claw, the shake that marks us in a crowd,
the crooked spine, the humped-up back, a tic embarrasingly loud.
Some claim a deity above who will, once called, make sick souls well;
distrust though those, the pious few, who love their god then kiss and tell.
Create your lord and tailor him, into a myth that all can see;
for OMG is sinful pride...Ah yes, he's yours. Make one for me.
tectak
2013
out from the scream of Munch's night, comes forth the unexpected prayer.
That god might slip into the gap between a life of constant pain
and moments only salved by sleep (and even that, a dreamer's bane),
is not enough to pour belief into the analgesic pot.
Each twinge that twists is small distress. What hurts us more than faith is not
the forlorn hope that by our prayers, the agonised will be relieved
but that at best, by grimaced grace, we by forgiveness are reprieved.
Forgiven for the withered claw, the shake that marks us in a crowd,
the crooked spine, the humped-up back, a tic embarrasingly loud.
Some claim a deity above who will, once called, make sick souls well;
distrust though those, the pious few, who love their god then kiss and tell.
Create your lord and tailor him, into a myth that all can see;
for OMG is sinful pride...Ah yes, he's yours. Make one for me.
tectak
2013