Thursday, December 29, 2005

Valley of the Blind

The steadfast stone
like holy bone
protects the flock as they atone;
a censer glows
each sinner knows
these walls deflect the gale that blows
discordant strains
vindictive rains
which pierce the eyes of wayward Cains—
alone and blind
among mankind
in search of solace undefined.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I TOTALLY LOVE YOUR STUFF BETTER THAN MANY OF THE "ACKNOWLEGED" POETS

rch said...

Thank you so much! Stop back again and have a great holiday.

Bob