Saint MiseryA Poem by UnderINKLucifer was never connected with Satan until John Milton's poem Paradise Lost. This poem is an attempt to do some justice to the misconception about what the word Lucifer stands for.
I am the bridge for humanity to heaven,
So that they may not have to taste The waters of despair. I am the lantern upon their path to paradise, So that they may not have to find their way In the frigid dark. I am the echo of their voices amplified So that they may not have to cry out Uselessly in their hell to God. I am the one who creates hopes and dreams So that they may not waste life in wonder Without something to hold on to. I am the mercy for every sinner So that they may not rot in torment For their own guilt. I am the comfort for the crying child in shadows So that they may not be friendless, Trapped in sorrow. I am a fragment of the Creator cast closer to the Flesh, So that they may not exist unguided Unprotected. I am the footsteps that they follow to peace, So that they may not lose themselves On an unmarked path. I am the endurer of a greater pain than they, So that they may not have to endure it instead Constantly plagued by sadness. I am the embodiment of their desires So that they may not have to go against their Bible Which it condemns. I am the one who touches people with gifts So that they may not have to be faithless And disbelieving. I am the music that they hear in the wind So that they may not whistle to silence When in thought. I am the ever-giving river that hydrates worn ideas So that they may not go without inspiration, Without creation. I am anything they see me as So that they may not have to wonder who I am, When I am everything. I am this to humanity, but they call me the Devil So that they may have someone to blame for their faults. But no one is evil Unless by choice. For all I have given, I am a saint. The embodiment of light, truth and love. Perfection, because I am myself and nothing more. But nothing goes without a price, and so I am one with misery, Walking the trail of broken spirits, shattered goals and constant heartache. So that they may not have to. I am this, because no one is alone Unless they isolate themselves from acceptance. © 2008 UnderINK |
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Added on February 8, 2008AuthorUnderINKGreenville, PAAboutHi. I'm a writer. Obviously. I'm twenty years old and have Asperger's Syndrome, so I am not always the best at having conversations--- but I love to anyway. So if you can tolerate my awkwardness, d.. more..Writing
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