Walk slowly in quiet reverance Stoop lowly to seek your penance It's a gentle ritual Not meant for an individual They could have taught me so much more Why do the candles burn like that Teach me what happens when I sing How do the angels receive their wings So many questions left unanswered Did the pagans really speak...? Did they love the moon as much as I And did you make them feel weak? Why, why am I wrong? What is this word at the end of the song Oh sir, you mistook my question You're leading me in the opposite direction How immature, I think to the cross Why can I not make this decision So careful and cautious And I don't like to believe in lies Do you see me Nothing more than a sinner When you look deep into my painstricken eyes? Help me, I'm not that proud But mother said I shouldn't talk that loud No, tell me, I'll listen and try not to doubt I just want to know what it's all about I wasn't always good in history But some say I have a remarkable memory It couldn't take faith's place And it couldn't fill the empty And I feel like I'm praying... Just in case Why sir, why can't you make me believe Why can't you instill this hope in me No sir, no I'm not naive Is asking for reasons blasphemy? Is this really a mission Damning everyone into submission You've left me so far behind Is this really a Christian? Shhhhh...don't speak, listen... Yes it's because I'm young Dangling off the bottom rung Is it so wrong to understand The Mystery... The Son of Man? And you took my hand and led me To the very farthest regions of the earth And I never saw heaven Except when you weren't around... Raw power, endless beauty That no mortal chains had bound When the leaves fell off the tree It was dismissed Yet when I fell into the wind Such understanding could never exist So tell me why You who rewrite Scripture The learned theologian Who has made parchment his venture Are you part and parcel As am I Where are you going When you die... But sir...you said you're not allowed to judge Oh I see... I'm not... Forgive my stupidity So which way will you go... I really don't think you know. So step up, step up for glory Yes yes I believe you're holy Holier than me And thou, And I know you're thinking He But you can't say it, oh no Because then they will know you're speaking lies As I already do...just by looking into your eyes Is it a talent? Am I gifted? I sigh to myself, why do I ask you Behind the pulpit reading words That you like to think you know And you hope your wonder doesn't show For then what shall we do? I sigh...the transparent eye Part and parcel... So sirs, I will commit To your order And submit But all the time I'm thinking How may I deny my heart And you tell me I am blackened Coarse and left out in the dark Which came first... And it was here before the earth A drink unto creation Break the bread unto salvation And He...He created the universe... Yet you claim it a curse So please...step aside for us diseased The wretched souls--with scabbed knees Tormented souls of hurt and spite Let our wrongs justify your right Take hold of my darkness Just to stain--taint it--with your light Yes, yes, welcome to the underworld Please exit to the right I'm hoping I will too But when the time is near at hand The chains have snapped from off this land That raw power, that endless beauty... What shall you do-- Sir? Will you love me too? Sir? Please, exit to the right...Birth sign: Not entered
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