by Tim Kavi
Masks of the Goddess
concealed You
I realized that every one
was the revealed You
real and true
uttered silence
not raising the head
pilgrims prostrated
on the consuming hill
path to your vision
to your purpose
blinded to your will
but seeking in faith
glimpses of You
the road winds upwards
straight and out of sight
climbing a ladder
into the freezing
clouds of delight
there is only silence
in the chilly night
dancing there
flowing blindly
getting a faint view
the raining tears
of sorrow's calling
wanting to gather her young
too many are missing
killed by the death that war had brung
the tears
fall down from heaven
or was it the misty
mountaintop?
impossible to reach?
it seems too far to go
carry me somehow
on your bridal wings
my weapons fall from my belt
there is nothing in them anymore
they are dull and stained too red
my hands too dirty
my heart too callused
my hair too matted
my beard unshaven
long and flapping in the wind
my heart carries the wounds of those recently dead
my Goddess I had forgotten what you said
I could not show compassion
their smell reaches up here
forgive me my schemes born in war
my heart won in fear
my wounds deeper than bullet holes
deceived me took my soul
this death is evil's whore
I am lost and alone
do not know my way back
but must soon descend
hope you forgive me
and love me
I will come home soon.
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