A Wanderer
I have never been who you think I am
There is so much less. There is so much more.
My life is not artifice nor damned.
I was a pilgrim on Galilee’s shore
Washing my falseness in water and salt,
Hands imploring to touch the Word once more.
I was a wanderer under the vault
Of Michelangelo’s veil painted prayer,
Touching God’s Genesis by my default.
I was a soldier on fields that laid bare
The linen crosses and red soaked crescent
Of Jerusalem’s crusade of despair.
I was the thief who asked for God’s Penance
By the stark tree of His crucifixion,
In contritional hopes for light’s presence.
I was the child who waited and listened
To rose scented messages delivered
In silent voices sculpting my visions
I have never been who you think you know.
I am no one. Yet, I am everyone.
My ashes fall in the cold winter snow
I am a lost soul
in the wind I blow.
Author notes
Terza Rima....java Jive in rhyme!
Written February 15th, 2005
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Inspirational
Another great write....well done with the contest!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So wonderful to read such brilliant poetry...makes my heart beat faster as I realise that i'm reading something so different and unique...keep on penning..I'm sure your poetry is like fine wine.. it just keeps getting better
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Exquisite
This poem is awesome, not only for its tribute to our incredible Lord and Saviour but also the fact it describes us all within and between its beautifully penned lines. God has shared a large dose of His talent with you. Congratulations on winning the SILVER. I tend to lean toward silver because God sees Himself in the finished product; so, this is an excellent and most deserving win!
Love and hugs, BonnieQ ♥
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This is awesome. I think you did a wonderful job with it. Keep penning.
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