Superstition
gripped him, holding
evil
grasp on his freedom.
Said,
"My family is superstitious,
I
cannot escape it."
"Daily
anxiety creates fear
inside
so I do not go outside easily."
"Psychologists
have words for this thing
that
fetters my life."
His
testimony is honest,
seeking
freedom from the spirits
enslaving.
Now
after these confessions,
goes,
and I see him anew,
chained.
Audio reading of the poem by the poet is here:
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Facing God
and facing
ourselves:
the unknown
Shadow
When Lent comes we face God and examine ourselves, turning towards the shadow side which is that side of us that has fears, hungers, selfish desires, even desires like aggression and hatefulness. What thoughts go through one's mind. There is also the darkness of life, the unknown that is out there, the fear of what is beyond the campfire. Sounds like a cliche, but we all know it. This poem talks in its brief words about that darkness, and even the Shadow that is in our self.
What darkness... by Peter Menkin
What is, enter into
the darkness place;
what blackness ahead.
Light torches, flames
bright. Across the water
there is light--we know.
