The Golden Bowl

Getting older I search deep in the scrolls.
I seen a golden bowl holding the deepest despair that legions of believers breathed vehemently there.
‘Twas in heavenly realms too holy to share.
Bended knees, unleashed all of their cares.
Even time came to a halt like bolted corralled mares that foaled, gasping for air.
Symbolic of birth.
In other words, Intercessory prayer.
Untold by the lips, their spirits resist not but boldly declare.
A soldier in an army looses his vision when he risks victory by fighting in civilian affairs. From hero to villain.
In a moment like Moses when his temper was flared, he killed that Egyptian, his own flesh felt the incision ‘cause his inner afflictions were bared.
Brought from the water as when earth was declared.
We’re all flawed to the core and yet we say that we care.
Cry like a new born. Womb torn.
The body is present but the soul longs to be elsewhere and the only reason some are satisfied in this life is ‘cause they ask in their heart “what else is there?”‏

Reviews

[David Scott]

I see the concept here well enough, but not sure I feel the continuity of thought and not sure about the sentiment in the last line meeting the expectations set by the openning. Hope that makes sense and feels constructive. Hard to live up to "salt" though. That was special!
I will be reading more for sure.

[LisaEve]

Haha yr right. Sometimes I just get lazy and want a poem finished as sometimes it takes days to write!