Pilgrim's Prayer

Kevin Michael Bloor

Upon the season’s sultry breeze

the lilac wastes her perfumed breath,

while sunlight streams through trembling trees

to light the land of midnight death.

 

Sad swallows sigh upon the wing,

with swift and song thrush singing soft;

the eagle, on his throne, as king

above the clouds soars safe aloft.

 

And I, a mortal, dare to dream,

although I’m quintessential clay;

beneath the sky, in vain, I scheme

to conjure one who went away.

 

I whisper, “Father, where are you

on this sad, soulless winter’s day?

Your bones are cold and steely blue;

does soul somewhere still pine away?”

 

And by his long-neglected grave

I stand, all statuesque, and stare,

as grief, a gracious God has gave

pours from my heart like pilgrim’s prayer.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2021 12:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: for my dad
  • Category: Family
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  • orchidee

    A sensitive write Kevin.
    There you are - in your pic in the title! lol.

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thanks. I'm the one in colour, on the right. šŸ˜‰

    • Goldfinch60

      He will be waiting for you Kevin as mine is for me - but not yet!

      Andy

    • L. B. Mek

      'And I, a mortal, dare to dream,
      although Iā€™m quintessential clay;
      beneath the sky, in vain, I scheme
      to conjure one who went away.'
      what an eloquent verse of poetry you've penned here, encapsulating your poems entire message with such crisp brevity,
      Brilliant!
      Happy New Year dear Poet



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