Priests Vow Truth Will Out

History laments truth concealed.

In afterlife, to be unsealed,

Some real dramas may lose appeal.

I hope to learn just what was real

In weird events I can't explain.

A mystery once fazed this small boy.

A hairy biped fled a blazing wood.

I shuddered, for it brought no joy.

I told all, but none understood

My arcane sighting shared in vain.

At 20, a bright moon lighted

A graveyard on my wee-hour stroll.

A sobbing, barefoot lass, I sighted.

A man drives up, hunting the girl.

Girl, man, moon, car fade out. Insane.

At 70, a tube craft flies high,

Dwarfs B52 at setting sun.

The warplane fades in umbraed sky.

Ufo forms star with night begun.

Man's wits don't always pertain.

Things go bump and rustle at night.

Errant shadows can cause a fright.

Dig sites yield mysterious stuff,

And genetic clues hard to rebuff.

I'll wait and watch and not complain.

Author's Note

When the years make themselves felt, we look back at exciting moments that left questions unanswered.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Doug. Strange things do happen which can't be explained. I have two myself which puzzle me no end, concerning the deaths of my Dad and my younger brother. You narrate your tales with such interest, you really draw the reader in. I very much enjoyed this poem, especially its five line stanzas and the streamlined flow of your words. It has been a while since I read anything from you, so it is a delight to find something new from your pen. Hope you are keeping well my friend.

Chris

[bigfootprint]

Delightful to hear from you Chris. I do enjoy a good talke, especially having a grain of truth. Always a pleasure. I had thought to add a line that maybe some things I just don't want to know for sure. Thanks for your observations. Always a pleasure

[Chris Shaw]

I think your lines are fine just the way they are Doug. Take care friend.

[bigfootprint]

Thanks again

[Einstein Noodle]

yes...the "whys" of things can be a bugger for sure ... your title starts me out unsettled in the light of sexual abuse by Priests of young boys ... but i do not find a connection in your poem .. unless it is that Truth will win out and the ideal Priest will tell the truth ... i like the age progression .. each verse its own story .. actually wish there were some in between ages ..like maybe 40 ... and these days you could even go 90 :) lots of stories out there that bring mystery to our lives ..me thinks the only real question however is.... Why "why"? ;)
E.
ps. and where is a mention of your moniker name sake my friend Mr. Bigfoot?? :)))))))))))))

[bigfootprint]

You raise some nice posers, Einstein. Always a question lurking in the shadows, no matter the scene. Prophetic writings date back through the eons, as far back as sanskrit, so old we don't even know who wrote those facts and suppositions about concepts pre-humans had no means to know. There are few things fully sorted out, but faith bridges that gap for us. Sacred scriptures promise all will be revealed in the afterlife. Thanks for your insightful critique.

[Einstein Noodle]

not sure the revelation will be what we expect ...hmmmmmmmmmmm ;) so many things we could talk about along those lines of religious thought ..from the ancients to now .. it Faith that does bridge our gaps ...like you say ... i so agree ...

[bigfootprint]

Yep, according to Sanscrit writings, there are like 400 thousand humanlike species just in our universe. I think that is a cool concept.

[Einstein Noodle]

pretty far out there {;-O

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I love the questions this asks of us and our world. Just what is truth? Who are we, from where have we come, where are we going? This has plagued my thoughts for decades and my novella 'Witch's Seed' explored such concepts.

[bigfootprint]

Thanks John. You get it. Such ideas have been with us since we woke up to ponder reality. The Book says we were created, but it didn't say it weren't in a laborator in Sumer.

[John the Baptist]

Are these vignettes autobiographical? I'm sure you recall "The Twilight Zone." These tales would fit in well there.

[bigfootprint]

They happened. We each have some strange memory. Some people even receive visits from dear loved ones who just passed over. Thanks for your comments, John.