I lay with my face in the snow
my elbows and knees pressed hard
into the snow
i repeat the lord's prayer a thousand times
and hope my enemies come to vanquish me
hope that my enemies end my struggles so
i can have my peace that I could not win in battle
my enemies are late for me, i continue to wait
i pray to god to set a table for them right before me
to oil my hair and prepare me for the sacrifice
but my enemies do want me
they are not coming for me
it is better for them if i keep fighting if i clutch
my swords and wave them above my head and
ward off my enemies even if for just one more night
it is better for them
i stand again in the night dripping wet from my hair
down to my feet the lord has not annointed me he
has only made me whole to face the enemy for another
day another day to battle with my strength and my wits
weilding my weapons to put just a bit more space between
my army and the legions who bear down upon me
I lay in the snow waiting to be taken by destiny but
this was not the plan of the universe even though i am
weary and worn and seen too many battles for one warrior
god wants me to stand and bear the brutality for another day
There was a king of france who defied the pope and once he realized he
had made a mistake he lay in the snow outside the Pope's villa and
waited for the Pope to
forgive him... i read of this as a young child and I have always
wondered what he was thinking while laying in the snow.... well, tonight
as i drove home his words
came to me... Charles
3 comments:
john, thanks so much for posting this. I think I am learning about how we are much better artists when our lives are being tossed around. when we are secure as beings we are not exposed to the depths of our souls. the words of this warrior have been in me for 40 years and just this week they got out because i went that low in my soul... come to think of it jung used to write about this. well i guess that old rock stacker knew a thing or two.
chaz
Love it. Like a nice cozy fire and some hot toddy myself, tho.
I was so excited to get this story . . . brutal as it may be . . .I was excited that Chaz had managed to write again after a couple of months of silence . . .
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