God’s Wounds

Someone was taking brass rubbings .
I sat silently listening to the hour ringing on the bells
The knitted corn- dollies , the pumpkins and gourds
The blowsy autumn flowers , orange , rust and yellow
Huge tall sunflowers, fat dahlias and cheerful marigolds
Some red gold autumn foliage and crimson berries
Apples of all sorts , luscious and juicy , in wooden pails and wicker baskets
Plump pears and juicy nectarines heaped in a brass bowl
The smell of plain white beeswax candles
The gleam of the organ bars
The holy images , their old gold haloes mellowed with time
Their garments coloured like old thick honey
The slanting last sunrays like viscous maple syrup
Poured on the pinewood pews
Thanks would be given tomorrow
Tonight the cherubs and seraphs on the painted ceiling
And the angels carved in corners
Would feast their eyes on the bounty
Provided by nature , arranged by human hands
The Harvest is Home : Festivities Feasting and Thanks are due
This plentifulness that makes engorged bees forget
The stark perpetual winter of the poor
Looted , looted , looted
Down the centuries
The pain refuses to go away
Those deprived are too far away
For the privileged to begin to share with
O God of an unjust world !
The wound in your side is mine
The nail through your heart is mine

( ASA )

GOD’S WOUNDS

17/10/2020

5 thoughts on “God’s Wounds

    1. amitapaul Post author

      Thank you for your kind comment . In a just world this would not happen. It is evil and not at all necessary .

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  1. VijayNair

    An intensely moving poem on the endless exploitation of the downtrodden.Interesting images contribute towards the creation of an apt ambience.

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  2. suzette portes san jose

    HIS WOUNDS AND PAINS, HIS AGONY AND LAMENT…THIS IS OUR SHARE FROM THE CROSS THAT HE CARRIED AND THSE WE FOUND IN THE LIFE OF THOSE WHO SUFFERED WITH HIM…”BLESSED ARE THE POOR FOR THEY SHALL ENTER THE KINGDOM IN HEAVEN…”

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