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Distilled Belief
by JJ JohnsonTheres an alien seeking asylum somewhere inside of me
Its hiding silently somewhere between the flesh and the bone
As long as Im alive and well neither one of us is free
When it finally escapes this cell, will he be engraved in stone?
Were it as simple as drinking wine from the golden cup
I would have felt Jesus in my veins when I was a Catholic child
But no matter the untold confessions, the prayers kept me looking up
And wondering if the Lord is no more than imagination running wild
Millions have forged words on their study of theology
When none of them KNEW anymore than a NEW-born baby knows
Distilling the search, all I know is this chalice remains empty
And the blood that spilled from within made a stain that never shows
06/22/2008 Author's Note: This is the first thing I have written in quite a while. I'm not even sure if it's finished, but I thought I should post something here just to remind myself I am supposedly a poet. JJ
Posted on 06/22/2008
Copyright © 2024 JJ Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/22/08 at 02:33 PM I'd say it's a finished piece, but that's really your call in the end. I do really like it though. |
| Posted by Matthew Zangen on 06/23/08 at 04:43 AM Not simply "supposedly a poet," but one throughout. You show a clear contemplation in this piece, which is the poet's craft in its finest. So long as you declare it unfinished, though, I will not disagree. Your images are strong and unique, but can be shortened, which would speak more loudly of your certainty that this is indeed a mystery. There is certainty in your tone; an unsurmountable wonder that you remind us all we confidently share. Simply my thoughts, though, and you've surely succeeded in provoking them. I hope to hear from you if any further work is done on this one, but it has done well already. Thanks, JJ, for a refreshing read--and welcome back. |
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