the dowry given

the dowry given

is it a curse

that we can not see

our own light

or is it vanity

that makes us think

that we have one at all

but i do hear the call

as i am falling

into this deep abyss

which is void of reason

that man would understand

what was the plan

where is the blueprint

for this building structure

i have blindly labored to erect

only to watch

the foundation crumble

the rubble lies at my feet

waiting for a redefining

to be redeployed

as a matter

of a factual actual fractural

significance

but logic has been loosed

and every one wears

it’s multi-colored coats

we . . . are working diligently

blindly

to establish a digestible rote

for the generations to come

we do need to quantify

the sum of what we are becoming

don’t we

and the futile lessons of old

are still tapping on the door lightly

vying for our attention

and our allegiance

that they may gather the reins

once again

that are slipping from their grasp

we the horses on the farm

are now unshod

for the same nails

that shoed us

were used in crosses

those of a persecutory crucifixion

creating martyrs

that we may learn to pray at the alter

made by man’s hands

those we were told were anointed

i rebuke the doctrine

that makes me feel dirty

for i have been washing

the cloaking clothes

you gave me

yet they still feel soiled

stained with the dried blood

my eyes have let

for the tears have long ago

dried

Momma i tried

i tried

forgive me if you can

love me if you will

yet still

i must go my way

and seek this light

you speak of

with love that i have

the dowry given

© 2 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.