Tag: disbelieving

  • Poem: Disbelieving – 23/09/19

    Poem: Disbelieving – 23/09/19

     “Come to me,” he says, beckoning to the crowd.
    A creature with wide ears, open arms
    and dreadfully hairy legs
    dressed in an Aztec-inspired poncho.
     
    “I have the answers to all your problems,” he promises.
    With a wave of his arms around the scene
    his eyes implore
    beg them to take it in.
     
    “See this land upon which we stand?
    My creator, your creator
    built it grain by grain, sand and soil, compacted up and up
    with his bare hands.”
     
    “But where is he now?” one witness calls.
    “Where is the proof of his promise to be here now?” another sneers,
    while the rest of the crowd starts to jeer.
     
    “I am here before you,
    my words are here to ring true,
    the knowledge that all is repairable,
    true faith will guide you through.”
     
    Still the crowd jeers,
    how could this creature presenting himself to them
    be the one who was to preach and provide their lives’ stability,
    goodness and truth, acceptance, forgiveness and love
    these could easily be dismissed or
    overthrown by a naïve or ignorant point of view.
     
    He attempts to speak once more,
    Explaining his role in this scene, to share pertinent truths
    not provide the others with personal gain and materialistic objects,
    yet the jeering turns into boisterous booing —
    it pains his heart to know that disbelieving unknowing beings like this existed.
     
    So, the creature in a poncho turns his back,
    forsaking the bombastic disbelieving crowd
    who refuses to know more, existing on their meagre understanding
    rather than accepting the notion that they are indeed already blessed and loved.
     
    This creature was a selected precious vessel chosen to spread the word of goodness,
    there was many before him and would be many after him,
    yet it is with despair that he accepts the knowledge that once again
    another select group of humans were not ready to hear the words and view his soul
    which he had dared to bare.  
     
    Perhaps in the next lifetime, he tells himself,
    as he drags his feet as he walks away.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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