all the songs of when, plus a broken hymn

When the heart is full,

the hand is too; 

Scrying the mood,

the head 

nods along for the ride...

When the darkness blooms, 

and the lighted moon 

draws upwards

to fall, across 

your nocturnal eyes... 

When Gods abandon

the lain offerings

at their hands and feet;

Thou hast forsaken me...

When the call's made

to 9-11... 

"please, save my mum"

and praying 

she's unhurt, 

but,

she'd already gone...

When the sky breaks

and the ashes fall down,

these nursery rhymes will

deliver me to ground...

Carry the weight, Oh Lord

Make light; My yoke,

my torment, my pain,

and lift me up, Oh Lord.

Come and lift me up 

out of my grave. Amen.

Reviews

[FaeryQueen]

gosh! well here i am... this is a wonderful write by the way, i like how religious it sounds... im spiritual, but um, i come with contradiction and hypocrisy, or so im told... anyways, great job, truly.

[Effector Prime]

I'm not so religious if you know what I mean, neither do I pretend to fully understand the meaning wrought by this poem but I felt so in touch with it, right in one read, a version that I could personally comprehend. Thank you Joshua for this brilliant piece of writing.

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

Spiritual undeniably I am, as we all are. Really, thank you for the read and if you have anything you'd like looked over please allow me the privilege. Have a good one, good sir.

[Effector Prime]

I appreciate your courtesy.