There are two gods now that turn the rusty wheels,
There is a tired old God of love who sleeps most of the time,
But a new God is being born,
Not as powerful as the other but still a God.
This deity I call the God of the clover fields.
His purpose is to repair the damage that love has done.
The innocent who drown in love,
Drown no more.
The worshippers whose hands are tied,
Worship no more.
The sensitive who pray for peace.
Pray no more.
Please God of the clover fields let the nightmares end.
placet Deo, et de agris capellae in finem malorum.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
Online) - Published: January 14th, 2025 02:00
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This poem is a melding of the old and the new. Not only an old god and a new god but a more classical old form of poetry and a more modern form. I like the Latin ending to this piece
Thank you so much for reading and understanding
A poignant reflection on weariness and renewal through compassion. Good stuff DWa! 🙏🏻🕊👍🏻
Love can be a killer its time for a new Saviour.Thanks for commenting
You’re welcome DWa 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
In my life love has always been there and takes me to such wondrous places David.
Andy
That's wonderful you are fortunate mi amigo
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