Supplication and Repentance

Plucked feathers and pillaged jewels
Adorn the face of the sun.
Kneel, meek bloom, but it is not enough
For the most treasured light you have been blessed with.
Lie prostrate on the marble floor,
Supplications slinking to the crown king's feet.

What is it you beg of, child?
He must water  a field of daisies with a handful of rain.
Rise, supple flower, and he will provide.

The vines of Babylon are taut with bodies
Deaths for the king, for the gods, for us.
Their blood, dripping fertility on a fuschia bloom,
Was necessary.
Glassy eyes, reflecting pink, blue, yellow petals, beginning to rot.
Heads cocked to one side in wonder of the afterlife.
What lessons have they learned?

Faithful men climb pyramids  
Build towers of prayers toward the sky
They are imitations of the divine
A small token that collapses, spited,
Lies crumbled to the ground where it belongs.
And the Hand of God makes a fist.

Wrath, we preach, unending wrath!
Full of sin have we been, so we cower from the ALMIGHTY ABOVE!
The angels could not protect us,
With swords of gold they spliced in vain;
The Heavenly Son ascended in vain,
Endured for nought,
Now sits on his throne ashamed of our habits.
Our only armor is this! This wooden box
A shield from our sins, and a vessel for repentance.
Sit, no, kneel, suppress yourself for Him,
And maybe your worth will equal pearly gates.

Never mind the bloody stall  
Stained a cherry red
It is holy!
And holy red things are protected, as they should be.
Think of it as the Blood of Christ.
Think not of sacrilege, of the caskets of friends
Where hellfire will consume their memory
Where you will be cleansed.

We make pariahs out of truest believers
Because their nature was not sacred.
We make prophets out of pillagers
Because pillagers of children can fill the empty space with God.

Sing the hymns of the Lord, ancient chants of falsified idols,
While we make baptismals of hate.
Close your eyes as you drown your sins,
Don't look up, don't gaze on the face of the sun,
So close to the face of the Lord,
Don't gaze on the chandelier of nooses.

Reviews

[usman]

really inspiring and touching..your words are really strong

nice work.

[Emily]

Thank you!

[R Smith]

an epic poem Emily, you are a teen writer! Then you you must have a mind of old soul wisdom,

Wrath, we preach, unending wrath!
Full of sin have we been, so we cower from the ALMIGHTY ABOVE!
The angels could not protect us,
With swords of gold they spliced in vain;
The Heavenly Son ascended in vain,
Endured for nought,
Now sits on his throne ashamed of our habits.
Our only armor is this! This wooden box
A shield from our sins, and a vessel for repentance.
Sit, no, kneel, suppress yourself for Him,
And maybe your worth will equal pearly gates.

I repeated your verse here because it tells all about the development of religion and how we are subject to our fear of punishment because we dare to live whatever life we choose, Christ gave us a message and we translated something else, now instead of his love we fill our world with hate and war.
A strong and powerful poem Emily, with much to say of our world today, bravo :)

[Emily]

Thank you so much! I've been told I'm quite precocious, and I just channel it into whatever i'm doing. :) Thanks again for the review!

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend. Powerful words and thoughts. Left the reader with a lot to think about.
"We make pariahs out of truest believers
Because their nature was not sacred.
We make prophets out of pillagers
Because pillagers of children can fill the empty space with God."
Few seek the truth. The truth showed us the right way. Not the easy ways. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

Thank you Coyote! It's so nice to hear from you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.