I have been to my far country
Seeking the face of God
There a terrene people dwell
True tillers, slowly awed
Warm folk heedful of Gaia’s needs
An homage of ground and seeds
I watched them work their fields ablaze
in garments stained by the rood
a credo’s mail, armor of belief,
bolstered by eucharist food
Their secret to harvests that brought no end to joy
was peace that does not cloy
Moses blessing was neath a veil
an aura too vague to see
I searched for a sign to light my way,
this led to riddles for me
The tillers saw no secret hidden under his mask
Proving a lie was my task.
I stood before the burning bush
Eyes fixed by fire
With pride of heart, doubting eyes
my faith lay on the pyre
A childish mind cannot untie a knot
God has not forgot
If led with truth a crowd is always right
My people knew the face of God in soil
Their just reward revealed in toughened hands
I saw them harvest truth in fervid toil
For me the quest for faith at last had found
its end; the face of God is hope unbound
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2016 19:25
- Comment from author about the poem: It was a very long journey.
- Category: Reflection
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It's obvious that a lot of work went into this. Lots of allusion, and it speaks plainly as well as subtly about the true nature of life- i.e. why we work, why we live, and why we battle every day with our nature.
Thank you so very much Reivax. Would you believe the poem took nearly 35 years to create? The writing was the short part.
I totally believe that. Poetry is a way of capturing the years of our lives, and highlighting the emotions and purposes with which we define ourselves, or the world we live in (at least, in my opinion). To make something truly great, we must truly live. And the better the poet, usually the longer it takes, because we can say even more with even less.
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