A Priest’s Nightmare


I saw his bleeding heart, failure’s pale face
Leaving my courtyard with shivering steps
Rest was empty dark, restive hazy sorrows
Rainstorms, mud spattered waves on shore

A blood red sun teased my prolonged sleep
Flaming eyes remind the nightmares I had
With trembling feet I realized blood stains
In dew drops, vanishing footprints on sand

Frantic search, among swarming churches
Amid a Friday mass, praising the merciful
In temples scented with sandalwood paste
Among wooden cycles of life, silent saints

A merciless storm decided my steps ahead
Freezing rain drops pierced naked thoughts
Scary thunders followed furious lightening
Through hazy dark, revealing painful truth

Deserted continents, dried up rivers of life
Sinking sand castles, thirsty nomadic souls
Calls of uprooted trees, resonating sorrows
An early sunset, promise of ceaseless dark

My search went on till I met with answers
Among a joyful crowd of skinny children
Playing around with blood stained mouth
With content stomachs, empty since birth

Besides whom I found few mortal remains
A backbone, bent for the burden of my sins
Thick fragrance of Holy blood, dissolution
And there I faint, empty dark absorbs light

Silence speaks aloud!

“You find me not among concrete dreams
rather feel me dying in a starving child”

Words of power, new friend and fellow poet!

I am so happy and honored to welcome you among us, dear sreekrishna.

Respect and solidarity. Thank you for coming to our circle; you make us better.

Love,

+Stevie

Wow, such depth sreekrishna. Are you a priest, or are you just writing this from the perspective of a priest? Either way, very insightful.

hi friends,

thanks for these kind words...I am not a priest...but writting this on his perspective.

by the way, steve you know me. i was here...an year back as krishna.lost my last user name. and thus the rebirth as sri krishna!

i do remember you all,hey hey,supani, jasper, and of course silke

love and respect
krishna