Post by backstreetdreamer on Dec 12, 2011 13:37:30 GMT -5
At first it seemed as if the night had sang
As once again, it’s rhymes
Were tethered gently to their dying hours,
While all around, the Christmas church bells rang
And hung upon man’s crimes,
As absolution dropped in silent crystal showers.
A bloodstained branch tapped on my window pane
As far away, it’s hill
Was silk hush dead with all the crowds long gone,
Yet still there lived so much that would remain
To settle up the bill,
A Benediction for all life depends upon.
His cries still echo to us from those long gone times,
A crucifix of life
Alive within the midst of doubt and pain,
Entwined in songs and many yet unfinished rhymes
That cut me like a knife,
Then make me kneel to say a Prayer again…
As once again, it’s rhymes
Were tethered gently to their dying hours,
While all around, the Christmas church bells rang
And hung upon man’s crimes,
As absolution dropped in silent crystal showers.
A bloodstained branch tapped on my window pane
As far away, it’s hill
Was silk hush dead with all the crowds long gone,
Yet still there lived so much that would remain
To settle up the bill,
A Benediction for all life depends upon.
His cries still echo to us from those long gone times,
A crucifix of life
Alive within the midst of doubt and pain,
Entwined in songs and many yet unfinished rhymes
That cut me like a knife,
Then make me kneel to say a Prayer again…
Keith, my friend, you never fail but to once again amaze me. And not just with the depth of your poetry but also with the depth of the soul behind it. Not to "give you a swelled head" but this is brilliant. A shining gem that's heartfelt, sad, hopeful and very religious at the same time. This shines with a Christmas light Sir!
(singing Angels We Have Heard On High)
your poetry my friend.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
