Father are you listening?

A dark world of pain and sorrow........A man questions if his requests for help and guidance are being heard. Around him the world is burning and Eden lies desecrated and charred. A lone voice cries for help and the silence answers him.

 

 

 

Father are you listening?

 

There is something inside me

Emptiness

It feeds upon me

It eats away at me

 

I brush the dust from the crucifix

I am forsaken

It feeds upon me

It eats away at me

 

The darkness is coming

Bible black and starless

It feeds upon me

It eats away at me

 

I am prostrate and cruciform

Stigmata weep my sorrow

It feeds upon me

It eats away at me

 

I sob your name

Silence answers me

It feeds upon me

It eats away at me

 

Where are you?

Who are you?

Are you real?

Do you exist?

 

For what father visits pain

Upon his child

It feeds upon me

It eats away at me

 

Forgive me father

For I have sinned

It feeds upon me

It eats away at me

 

Father why has thee forsaken me?

 

Father take this pain away from me

 

Father, am I to die to receive your blessing?

 

Father I cry for your love

 

Father I bleed for your love

 

I am not Lazarus

No stone to open my tomb

Touch me make me believe

Speak unto me of your love

 

For I will tend Gethsemane

A garden fair I will shepherd

As I fell from Eden

I have fallen from grace

 

Father gather your flock

A wolf is in the garden

A snake is in the grass

Eden is burning

 

Where are you?

Can you hear me?

Are you listening?

Do you care?

 

Has man created a vengeful God?

Wrought in our own image

Brutal and uncaring

Mindless of his flock

 

Father if you can hear me

Bring the light unto me

I am an infant

I am helpless

 

Father why has thee forsaken me?

 

I wish the angels flew with me

I wish their wings would sweep me away

I wish their love would soothe a troubled soul

 

I wish the angels slept with me

I wish their breathing was all I heard

I wish their breasts were my cushion

 

I wish the angels flew through the night

I wish the angels flew from the sunset

I wish angels were there at dawn

 

If wishes could change my world

If wishes could redeem my soul

If wishes could absolve my sins

 

If wishes could stem Calvary’s flood

If wishes could turn the tide

If wishes could still the night

 

I search in the dark for my soul

I search the light for redemption

I search I search in vain

 

As the silence engulfs me

A scream escapes me

The horror before me

 

The church door hangs open

As I step inside

Disturbing hallowed saints

In honoured graves

 

I walk down the aisle

Footsteps echo round the empty church

Pews dusty with ancient memories

Sit waiting patiently for penitent souls

 

Further down the aisle

Wings flutter round the empty church

An angel lands before me

And turns her face away

 

A son is weeping

The altar drenched in tears

Father can you hear me?

Father why have you forsaken me?

 

I am prostrate and cruciform

Stigmata weep my sorrow

It feeds upon me

It eats away at me

 

For I walk through the valley

Of the shadow of death……….

 

Father why have you forsaken me?

 

The angel is weeping

I cannot silence her tears

I cannot comfort

I have desecrated divinity

 

Is my name sullen upon your lips?

Dry as the Golgotha dust

Do I hang cruciform to your right or left?

Impaled upon my sin

 

Is the skin in which I rejoiced

Now to condemn me?

Now both jury and executioner

Who will wash my blood from their hands?

 

Guilty of the sins I stand accused

In orgasm I stand condemned

In ecstasy I will be dammed

Guilty inside the carnal house

 

For you did not judge the lowly

All men as equal

The w***e upon her bower

The king upon his throne

 

Will you now condemn me?

 

Will you now turn away?

 

Will you forsake your child?

 

Will you?

 

Am I to die to seek redemption?

Absolution upon termination

Payable on death

Only solution for my sins

 

My Father I want to believe

I need to believe

There must be some order

Is this your plan?

 

Father take this pain away from me

Spit this cancer upon the dust

Father how can you watch this?

How can you see and do nothing?

 

How can you watch us kill?

How can you watch us destroy?

How can you watch us suffer?

How can you watch us die?

 

The world is burning

The stench of death pervades the air

Sticking to our souls

Blackening our hearts

 

Babylon fell

Sodom and Gomorra fell

Sin was punished

By your hand

 

A chosen few survived

Would you so casually destroy again?

Your creation divine

Your wrath absolute

 

Are you created or creator?

In your image or mine?

Are you merely in the eye of the beholder?

Or what we believe?

 

Has man created a vengeful God?

Wrought in our own image

Brutal and uncaring

Mindless of his flock

 

Your sheep are lost

A wolf is prowling

He is hungry

Your sheep are dying

 

Eden is burning

The snake has spoken

In many tongues

Insidious and scheming

 

I stand in ashen Eden

Desecrated and deflowered

A valley in the shadow of death

I do fear evil

 

I fear myself

For mortal born of sin

Can only die

Can only decay

 

Eden is burning

Father do you see?

Come quickly

Eden is burning

 

I watch it burning

In ecstasy I writhe

Copulating

While Eden is destroyed

 

Do you see father?

Do you apportion the blame?

Is this of my own volition?

Father it is burning

 

Are you mindless of your duty?

Or do we only exist to serve?

A trinket or a fancy

Cast off by a petulant child

 

The toy is broken Father

I hold out my hands

You do not answer

Though I weep for you

 

Father can you hear me?

Please father I am calling

Father I am dying

Father help me

 

My Father who art in heaven

Hallowed be they name

In kingdom come

Thy will be done…………

 

Father why has thou forsaken me?

 

Forever and ever……..

 

Amen

 

©Boneman 08/04/2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is not an anti religous or blasphemous poem

Reviews

[Honeypot]

Hi Boneman. I think this is very good. I think alot of your writing has a timeless quality to it and this piece is no exception. It's dark, for sure, but its also full of pain and hopelessness. I think the man feels confusion as to how he got in this particular predictament as well as confusion as to why his questions aren't being answered. I think this is a fine piece of writing and shows a depth to you writing skills. I honestly think there is not a genre out there that you couldn't write exceptionally. Great job!

[Sophie]

wow boneman. this poem has given me much to think about.
soph x x x

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Interesting grapple with existence. I enjoyed the repetetive mantra in the beginning....it was almost like an interruption to the other thoughts that kept popping up. The entire piec is well done. I felt it.

Cheers!
FF

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

i found this quite enjoyable, you really have to pray if you want God to listen and tell you the answers...i most enjoyed your lovely poem! wonderful! x0x0x0