Monday, February 13, 2017

Pax Modern

Away from fading windows
sealed deep within the efficient building
empty chairs wait.
Gleaming floors echo
friends laughing
hello and

but here I sit

The sun set without me tonight.

Through long corridors I watched
as slit windows softly glowed
with withered passion.

Night rises suddenly!

Night is a fast clock,
firing rounds of morning, tomorrow, next week,
next year
into my defenseless heart!

Night is a rude guest,
an expected surprise.

But where is God?

In this comfortable cave
sterile bright altars serve
convenient offerings.

No squalor of crucifixion here!

These are painless rooms,
climate controlled,

My soul dozes.

From troubling dreams
of resurrection
beige walls lull me
to dubious peace.

1 comment:

  1. Poems within a poem, each a pool of reflection. Well composed.