torn veil...
In the nakedness
of a beggar
Power wrapped in
poverty
The giver
thirsty, hungry
The greatest
is the least-
Ironic deception.
And we shuffle by
Blind to the one behind the veil
‘Til a shadow
becomes
the tangible-
Healing by a double-edged sword
To worship is human
To love is of God.
Hands of mercy-
The veil is torn
In the nakedness of a beggar…
The eyes so lowly
Are the eyes
of God
©2006 by Brittany Hogan
posted by Brittany Hogan @ 3:08 PM
2 comments
2 Comments:
Hi Brittany,
Are these poems yours? Wow, they are good. Thanks for dropping into my place. I've enjoyed reading your work.
peace,
dh
Hi Dan, Good to see you here! I've found that for me to be complete I've got to be emptied... when I pour out the ideas and images inside me it frees me to be poured into... then I try to pour it out again. Sometimes coherently, othertimes not.... certainly not always consitently. It's a dance of being given and stumbling through giving.... still learning. Thanks for visiting...
peace to you
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