The Black Spectre has cast his tar-like cloud
Over her purple head, purple with misgivings
And positioned a heavy millstone on her bruised chest
She can hardly breathe
Such is the weight of her despair
All hope has flown away
Far away beyond the Milky Way
Oh Death, the Grim Reaper
You don’t seem grim to her at all
But a sweet Liberator
Oh Death, you can free her tortured soul
From all suffering forever and ever
And in her agony
Courting purple Death, gasping for breath
She hears a thin pale blue voice
From within her bleeding heart
God is Love
Hear oh hear!
Wisdom within has spoken!
A thin pale blue call
As thin as the spider’s filament
‘I’ll cling to that flimsy call’, she tells herself
‘I’ll cling to that call until that call becomes
Crystal clear and strong as a diamond.
I’ll cling to that call until the day
Hope comes flying back home
From beyond the Milky Way.’
God is Love
© irina dimitric 6 November 2013
Beautiful poem Irina: strong imagery and deep feelings! Well done!
Hi Branka! What a lovely surprise to see you here. I thought you’d like this dark poem, although not completely dark. Thanks for the follow and your encouragement. 🙂
well, finally I figured out how to follow 🙂
I’m honoured, Branka, you took the trouble to figure out how to follow me. Much appreciated. 🙂
I totally embrace this beautiful poem. I chose the text God is Love for infant sons funeral. If all God is is that one thing ‘love’ that is enough for me.
Thank you, Benita. I agree with you, God is Love and that’s enough for me too. I find myself repeating that three-line acrostic every day since I wrote it only a few days ago, and it’s amazing how powerful this affirmation is. Thanks for appreciating my poem. 🙂