a Pre Easter Poem

i am always amazed, mystified and amused by how many people are celebrating Easter so early in this year and some do all year by Nailing themselves and / or others to the Cross . . . ~ wsp

a Pre~Easter Poem

i watched the blood dripping

in what i thought to be senseless

as the rivulets became small pools

upon the ground found

at the base of that tree

the nailing was a horrible experience

one i could not watch again

yet i, we must

i wondered, was this the end of this

or but the beginning

will there be other sacrificial lambs

to come

would it be you

me

or us all

as this new age dawns upon us

veni foras Dilecti Aquarius et

effunde spiritum tuum super terram

(come forth Dear Aquarius

and pour thy spirit upon the earth)

let us drink

is their a higher truth to be had

than this allegorical sacrifice

of life unto life

will we too have to walk that Holy Trail

when it is all spoken and done

in order to achieve the One-ness

which our Soul’s desire

live to die for

vie for

through our eternal restlessness

at times i question the perfect plan

the perfect will

and still

there are no answers

perhaps i am not ready

i have almost learned to let go of the world

but then again

that is but my empirical self speaking

there are many other Ghosts i must give up

they do not haunt me much any more

for

i have become quite adept

with my delusions

i have almost mastered then

but still there is that gnawing

perhaps it is that “Still Small Voice”

whispering to me

about choices

we all wish for some sort respite from ourselves

to some degree

it would be nice to be a lamb i think

and follow the herd

but i heard something from within

that was of me, but not

i know i have not completely forgot

those words scribed upon many Altars

“in meam commemorationem”

“In Remembrance of Me”

in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt

(in the absence of light there is darkness

please see me

sic maxima cum admirationis
et corde pio veniam ad te
mihi quoque obsecro ut rmember

(so with the greatest of wonder

and a reverent heart i come unto thee,

and i pray that you remember me as well)

that i too one day will say to the world

i have stood my ground amongst you

indulged in your offerings

and have eaten from your table

and though i seemed to be full,

i have found no lasting pleasure

in your meals, for they were not

for the feeding of my soul,

but for the trial of my Sovereignty

and

veni, vidi, vici

12 January 2013 : william s. peters, sr

www.iamjustbill.com