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Calling From the Mourning

by Uriel Tovar

Calling from the mourning
Calls from the past
children whispering at my feet.
The doors will be opened
And the windows shut—
The way will be opened to them.

Dripping like a leaky faucet
Dripping drops of clay
Splatters on tranquil gardens
Fresh like morning dew.
Man’s body an earthen vessel
Shattered and renewed
Man’s body broken—brittle
Furnace cracks as fires subdue.
Water.
Aqua alimentum vitæ universæ
Drowning screams of hope
Stifled silent world
Water
The liquid fist of an angry God.
But the fault was not ours Lord
The fault was not ours
the lion eats the Lamb
as the rose begins to blood
The fault was not ours
Silence.
The sky shifts--
Night gives way to hope
A solemn lonely
branch.

01/27/2005

Posted on 01/28/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shonda Creemer on 01/28/05 at 04:31 AM

I understood the Biblical implications, but what I don't understand in this is ~ how is it not our fault? I really do like this, makes me ponder a question I don't ponder often. Good piece, Grey.

Posted by Mark Maxey on 01/28/05 at 05:21 AM

dude...very thought provoking...great job...note tho...on the line... the lion eats the Lamb as the rose begins to blood The fault was not ours Silence. I think you meant to say BLEED not blood...maybe ?? Love your work man! :P

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/28/05 at 03:14 PM

from a non-Christian viewpoint, i'm intrigued by this piece... it reminds me of living in the city of angels... it reflects well the atmosphere... and when the acid rain fell upon our heads, we prayed for fresh water... thought-provoking poem that i very much appreciate... blessings...

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 05/13/05 at 06:38 AM

I see the flood in this...and the people screaming and then the silence as the water overtakes. And yes there would be mourning...very powerful!

Posted by Anne Engelen on 07/30/09 at 09:00 PM

congrats Bright on your POTD!!!

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/31/09 at 12:10 AM

I hear this while reading and your mastery with words swoops into the entire atmosphere. Fine Art.

Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 07/31/09 at 02:17 AM

Congrats on you POTD! Excellent Read

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