Sermon On The Desert Wind

by Keith D Allison

Within the mist of vanity
man builds his towers tall
in the fire and smoke of time
a day in the sun
an amber growing cold 

Within the wind of darkness
he seeks his glory 
in the shadows stretching thin
the womb and the grave
a smoke screen leading the blind 

But we know where the glory should fall
in the distant past
one man stood tall 
some cursing his name in vanity 
those with silent ears 
for whom without water
the flower does not bloom

Copyright © 2001 RagTack


Author's Note: I cannot find the original of this, wished I could, so that all can see the excellent job Chris Sorrenti did in polishing it and if you like this, as I do. Please IM Chris.

Posted on 02/15/2007
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/15/07 at 02:17 PM

beautiful...Chris may have helped polish it, but i'm guessing the heart of the gem was all you.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/15/07 at 04:05 PM

There is a swirling feeling of past and present meeting here - a timelessness of the human condition, a sense of words spoken that we can hold on to or ignore. Well done.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/15/07 at 08:53 PM

Eloquent, Keith. "Within the wind of darkness he seeks his glory" Wonderful!!

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 02/18/07 at 04:23 AM

Keith, between you and Chris, I'd say you did a wonderful job of revision (even though I didn't see the original). The intensity leading up to the final words of the poem is incredible. And the belief of some will always contrast so starkly with the disbelief of others. It's an individual choice whether to be watered and be a blooming flower, or reject the Everlasting Water and die, scorched in the sun.

Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 02/18/07 at 09:37 PM

Your words create a unique sort of harmony in their sounds. This is probably one of the most beautifully symphonic poems I've read in awhile, one that entrances by the sheer sounds of its words, meaning notwithstanding (not that that isn't gorgeous as well).

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/21/07 at 12:57 PM

Way to go Keith a.k.a. RagTack (been a long time since I heard that name). I don't recall helping you with this, but then back in the days of we all assisted one another much more. In any case I like the way this poem speaks to me; profound!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/28/07 at 01:19 PM

A poem to be savored!

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