A Cynics Visitation

Seeker

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

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2016 19:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: It was a very long journey.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 29
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  • Reivax Camlost

    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.

    • Seeker

      Thank you so very much Reivax. Would you believe the poem took nearly 35 years to create? The writing was the short part.

      • Reivax Camlost

        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.

        • Seeker

          Been travelling of late. I'm back in the saddle now though.



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