Many Things to Many Men
There are those who say
He rose to the occasion
On sacred eagle wings
Or might they have been
Angels
For surely
They were golden
Tho avid disbelievers
Flocked
To that very special
Oh’ so sacred spot
Where he hushed them all
As children
For he became to them
So very many things
Not least a
Pilot and a beacon
To shipwrecked craft
An outstretched arm
For starving men
A fisherman and farmer
Oh’ yes
They watched him rise
Through fingers splayed
Through vows and veils
Through shallow graves
They watched him
From hallowed clouds
Of dust
Unleavened bread
A sacred toast of wine
He bled
Yet not one drop
Was shed or cupped
Oh’ yes he rose they said
On sacred eagle wings
Or might they have been
Angels
For surely
They were golden
Yet mid tears and sweat
A barren cleft
Not barely touched
Left naked neath
The meadow
Known as Calvary
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For a friend
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Comments8
A fine write Neville. This could possibly be set to a hymn-poem tune - if you wish?
thanks my friend.. will give you a shout if I need ya... Neville
Neville,
Wow...you do have a way with words!
At first I thought you were writing about my avatar...and soon realized the error of my interpretation!
An excellent write!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
thank you my luverly literary friend.... these words were written for a friend whose brother sadly died far too prematurely... he was a fine man........ I like your avatar tho and hey, who knows....
My pleasure!
Yes, indeed...who knows!
The symbolism of the avatar is very special to me. It reminds me to always be true to myself and stay free from any constraints wished upon me!
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My condolences to your friend for his loss!
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~Laura~🌻
that is a good reason for having an avatar... I shall convey to her.. thank you again...
Powerful imagery to help with grief - - your friend in his loss will no doubt treasure these lines of tribute and comfort Neville.
Thank you my friend.....
Superb!
you are very kind.. thank you.....
A great write which just flows.
Thank you Michael, much appreciated as always.... Neville
Beautifully crafted word are the ones were you can close your eyes and imagine you're there. Keep up the great work.
- T
well thank you very much indeed, how very bloomin kind of ya....
And there are those who say the story of events at calvary were invented to enable a certain type of person gain power over the masses, getting them to part with great deals of ill afforded monies and build cathederals within which to make the gullible pay homage.
and then there's me a Buddhist who knows very little of such things.. thank you for enlightening me friend.... N
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