The poem reflects the dying whimpers of my own faith that I was experiencing at the time. Thankfully, in the years since this was written, I have discovered a faith in myself and a quiet acceptance of the world.
(If) god is Dead
The Corpse sprawled
beside the massive throne
Layered with the dust
of shattered angels
Golden streets (of paradise?)
crumble under the weight of fallen wings
The children spew
unheard prayers
Hollow eyes reflecting defeat
wash the cracked earth
with diseased tears of crucified faith
Hope flees
from a mother’s memory
as she pushes cold soil over the (still) form
of a silenced child
who lived in hell
will never know heaven
and will never touch the face of God
-Teri Coley Adams
Lost a brother when he was quite young. The anger that resulted stayed with me for a long time. I had to learn to forgive god. And at the moment I did I touched the face of God. This poem brings all that back but now instead of anger. There is love. Thanks
ReplyDeleteI found this poem stuffed in an envelope. Back when I wrote it it meant one thing, now it meanns another. I'm sure in another ten years it'll mean something else to me.
ReplyDeletesorry to hear you lost a brother, but comforted to know that you were finally able to "touch the face of God" in your forgivness..