Man of God

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They once said, in empty halls,

 

 

 

On cold stone flags, as the incense swung,

 

 

 

And bare feet beat the dirt-silk road,

 

 

 

To avarice and dreams beyond,

 

 

 

That here, in this dead house, we meet

 

 

 

Beneath the bishopÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s dirty feet,

 

 

 

And buy our meaning by golden sweat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once we stood beneath the altar,

 

 

 

As IssacÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s blood poured through the grooves,

 

 

 

And stared up at the flaming hooves,

 

 

 

His breathy words in frozen air,

 

 

 

To tell us of our reasons there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the silver plate went round the room

 

 

 

Every man to give his due

 

 

 

For the righteous counsel of His High Priest

 

 

 

Their eternity worth the least

 

 

 

Beneath that manÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s un-sandaled soles

 

 

 

The plate was passed, the pile grows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still I see them, those who seek

 

 

 

That solace of their priestÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s bare feet,

 

 

 

That pound the muddy silk in tow

 

 

 

To see the flames lick from below

 

 

 

And buy their passage with golden tread

 

 

 

The man of GodÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s most savored thread.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had thought I would never post another poem on here again. But I will experiment with this one, as I know the topic is contraversial.

interesting! I like it! 9/10!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I am the son of a pastor, so I can relate to a point, but a very nice description of what looks like pious catholics!

I liked it alot. Though verse 3 sounded a bit off.

 

 

 

Still I would rate it quite highly...if I rated poems...