Tuesday, November 8, 2011

the precipice i walk


i hold a cataclysmic catheism
in my lap - counting on prospective indulgences
to do my saving

Can God ever forgive me? for
loving you - forgive me - for allowing you residence so high
in my steepled heart...

i can-not worship beneath stained glass
nor can i worship between a daylight and  dawning
on such it is the precipice i walk,
on such without postulated prudence, for

Is it not true?  that
Wisdom loves her lover as the violet
loves the sweet warmth from
the wintered window - borrowed or bought
bathed and blessed

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

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13 comments:

  1. Brian MillerNovember 8, 2011 at 7:50 PM

    nice...is it wrong to love so much...even as high as divinity...or is it a beautiful representation of the other...

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  2. wayside word gardenNovember 8, 2011 at 8:29 PM

    This is a lovely verse... provocative questions...a beautiful photo... enjoyed this read.

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  3. The UnknowngnomeNovember 9, 2011 at 2:02 AM

    'Tis true.

    Another expressive word flow.

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  4. TashtooNovember 9, 2011 at 4:49 AM

    Another stunning write...how can love be wrong? thought provoking with beautiful language, wonderful pace, an absolute joy to read a loud

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  5. Shashidhar SharmaNovember 9, 2011 at 5:02 AM

    Its not always the Church where you worship... or in the memories of day and night... for you to worship, it requires you to live in this 'now' which comes to you through soul....

    God, ofcourse will forgive you... can you? For loving her as deep as you did. But then why did you love her? For Reciprocation of that deep love? If that is the case then you dont know love, just lust. Love is not a word but a state of being in 'now'.

    I loved it my friend, thanks for invoking such heartfelt response within.

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html

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  6. ayalaNovember 9, 2011 at 5:36 AM

    Is it not true? that
    Wisdom loves her lover as the violet
    loves the sweet warmth from
    the wintered window - borrowed or bought
    bathed and blessed....great words, beautiful!

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  7. Pat HattNovember 9, 2011 at 7:42 AM

    I guess in some cases you can have too much of a good thing, great verse.

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  8. BeachannyNovember 9, 2011 at 8:01 PM

    It's been too long since I've made it over to your site, and it's my loss,as I know I have been missing gems such as this. I always admire your constructions the words always coloring so specifically and metaphorically the substance of the poem. Wonderful.

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  9. annell4November 10, 2011 at 5:08 AM

    Beautiful words!

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  10. Carrie Van HornNovember 10, 2011 at 11:10 AM

    So many wonderful lines in this one....bravely honest and beautiful.

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  11. dsNovember 10, 2011 at 9:22 PM

    It is true, and a truth expressed so beautifully. Thank you.

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  12. Pat-Mather Brown Gordon-ceton November 11, 2011 at 2:34 PM

    agreeable.

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  13. steveroniNovember 15, 2011 at 10:07 PM

    Sometimes I am entirely certain that God is calling me to perform some activity. No matter who around me is for, or even if all are against...I must carry out what I've been told.

    Right or wrong, never a devastation. God does know what He is doing--I believe.

    Another little masterpiece, Barbara!
    PEACE!

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