Hooting Beast

Hooting Beasts

Prudence is the flinty gaze;
the loving face; the faded eyes;
the bony hands; the twisted feet;
the memories of blood-washed streets.
Wisdom knows the cankered sore;
the shoulder weary with the world;
the care, the sorrow taken home;
the fettered choices without reach.
Faith, the gentle child cried..faith
in all the world of hate.
Faith as dear, as dear, as breath
that clouds a window pane and makes
the child see its holy face
that all the darkened world shakes.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s