A Saint, sitting on a sidewalk,
could be pressed past
and we would miss the forsworn thought
that someone might be born in the gutter
and yet be holy.
A General, manning the warp maps
could be a child, drawing in the sand
with a crooked finger and his soldiers
might be broken bits of wood
that were dead already.
A Goddess, slumped at a sign post,
might have more to mention
of hell and gnashing of teeth
than a primping pope wearing full-length robes
that covers all sorts of sins.
A President might have been born
in farmlands laid waste, in haste,
to make the market rather than be
blessed by the work itself in rich soil.
A Christ might be folded in an ornate bed
made of a bottom drawer next to the wood stove
where the light would halo his head
if we merely paid attention to it.
What makes us all the same is red blood
and the kiss of God as we slid into reality
raw and naked, fresh from some holy womb.
Author notes
who is to know...is it all a matter of perception or conception?
In a list
A contest entry
- WOW by Venessa.
1100 points, ended January 2, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Amazing...
I only have a minute, but I just want to say how well deserved your Gold trophy is. This poem simply knocked my socks off. I was just telling Venessa how fortunate I am to have such talented friends and favourites!
~ criss
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Excellent
Definitely a wow poem! Congratulations! I don't know what else to say, that hasn't already been said.
A very deserving win!
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"Fresh from some holy womb". Damn, I wish I wrote that.
You know,sister,how well I understand this gem. Bravo!
Congrats on a well deserved award.
Peace
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Excellent
To the rest it seems that the least among is , well, just the least. But, seen through eyes that are opened, all is not as it may appear to be. For the least is the greatest and in all things never pre judge. Great word and depth of understanding
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I have read many poems in this contest of mine and all so far (till now) have left me with many words or none at all. your write has left me with one strong word...the only word I can say is WOW.
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thank you friend. It is an honor to find a format for what I believe so strongly in.
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This is gorgeous! I love this poem. It really draws the reader into thought and going beyond the limited perceptions of barriers between our bodies that stop us from waking up collectively to our souls.
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Imagine if we treated each other as such. Thank you, Zayra, as always.
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As long as you are walking on this planet shewolfnative, I will believe it is possible to treat each other as such. I honor the spirit in you, my sister.
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Yes! If a Savior can be born in a food trough in a barn, well, it makes one stop to think. This is marvelous! Thank you for sharing.
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thank you, cherokee. I truly believe this, btw.....
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A holy write!
This is a truly holy poem! You're writing so much and obviously learning a great deal. Thanks for passing on your wisdom to us. I love the fifth stanza because I'd never thought of the fact that the light from an ordinary flame can halo someone's head; anyone can be holy if they choose.
Love & Peace sis
Georgia
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Oh, I have seen Riverside Louis on a snowy night, undrr the lamp post by the old liquor store...yes, indeed, he did have a halo, *smiles*
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"What makes us all the same is red blood and the kiss of God as we slid into reality raw and naked, fresh from some holy womb." Sighhh...Wow, indeed, my Friend...I have always maintained that we are like snowflakes, flutterbyes & fingerprints ~ all unique, all quite the same...It is our inherent differences that make us interesting, I think...Yet, it is our vast number of similarities that draw us together in times of need...Elegantly spoken words, my Sister...Good luck in Venessa's contest...I stand silently in appreciative awe...
Wanda
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yere not silent....yer full of wild and wonderful words...and I can suck iffin I wanna...I just gotta be in a sucky mood...lolol....
did I say dat? coudl dat be misconstrued...? Nah, I too innocent for dat. -
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Yeahhh, & we both know better than that, too...
don't we??? 
Thank you for YOUR "wild & wonderful words", my Sister...There's a few of ya 'round here that keeps me hoppin' on the tips o'my toes, so inspired I is by your awesome talents. Love you, Woman. 
Wanda
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