Pieta` by Ryan NardiI have denied her a lot
with what unspoken
or in throaty tunes,
dirges unworhty of her ears.
I have cursed the flame
that makes my candle more than wax.
I have made profane
what heaven's angels cast
in lots of silver over brass.
But I am of that famous race
whom Christ depicted once in space,
who have no rights but one divine
donated privilege in time:
to make choices and to change
what ignorance by chance despoils
and to touch and rearrange
and witness wheat spring forth from soil.
Heaven said when heaven sent me,
"Don't forget me, don't relent,
and don't you let that bird escape
whose feathers brightly undulate."
So for our souls and heaven's sake,
I must relate a delicate verse:
Please stay with me 'til I'm grey,
and remind me to pray if ever I curse.
01/11/2009 Posted on 01/12/2009 Copyright © 2023 Ryan Nardi
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