Of Liberation and Belief by Mainon A SchwartzIf liberation came
In the form of a raging fire
(The flames are licking the edges of my lawn,
But the ramshackle structure behind me
Still holds sentimental value,
So Ive put my fire extinguisher
Within easy reach)
I would fight you.
If liberation came
In the guise of a rushing wind
(The trees are bending and the porch swing is
Rocking violently, but the shelter
Ive constructed still has doors that lock,
And windows that remain
Tightly shuttered)
I would avoid you.
But if liberation came
In the whisper of a still, small voice
(Your voice is calling, but I cannot
Hear it well enough from inside,
So I run to welcome you in the streets,
Abandoning my fragile dwelling
For the haven of your arms)
I would know you.
07/07/2003 Posted on 07/07/2003 Copyright © 2024 Mainon A Schwartz
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by JD Clay on 08/09/03 at 05:34 AM I was drawn to this piece by the title, but your unique passage is both articulate and inspirational. Wonderful use of metaphor, Mainon.
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