Published October 2, 2005
Lay to waste your ill-worn gloves
Remove the yellowed skin of ages
Brush through the thick waters of grief
And emerge with the fire of the river.
Bare your feet with imperfections
For holy are the sinful humble
Cast your pearls among them
And in return receive nakedness.
And whilst the misty waters blow
A cleansing of the inside begins
As man loses his nothingness
And begins to find himself beneath it.
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This poem has great imagery i really did enjoy reading it. Its a good length too, when i attempt poems they are always really long winding, everything i do is long winded.
Wow. I'm not going to pretend like I understand it, but that's just really beautiful.
Bare your feet with imperfections
For holy are the sinful humble
Cast your pearls among them
And in return receive nakedness.
I like that stanza best I think.
Thanks. Although I can't remember if the Parousia was an inspiration here, the reader always brings a deeper level of meaning to each piece of art.
I think this is such a well-written poem, timjim. It's very expressive, but it's not longwinded. I like a lot of your visualizations, like, "yellowed skin of ages," and "thick waters of grief." It seems to be talking about the Second Coming from the Bible - I don't know if that's what you're tlaking about or not, but that's a parallel I can easily see made. Or perhaps Death in general? I think this is a wonderful, wonderful poem. I really enjoy your works.