Gathering for mouth and heart grandeur to a new fine art
To many it may feel unjust,
without the greed and upper crust
The dawning days not made to last
while under Simon's roof amassed
A man's deceit and other voices,
burdening, eternal choices
Tables worn with wine and fever
still supply the disbeliever
Yet, cannot tell his learned friend
this feast, alas, draws near the end
Come, diner, with him sit around,
effeminate, or muscle bound
To read his soul and dine on grace
a vision never to efface
Cleanse and drying weary feet
feeling comfortably replete
Embittered though from heart to womb
she but a vessel to exhume
He carries love and condemns sin
yet wears her like a signet ring
Dining on both bad and good
he calls to feast but serves no food.........
In Simon's house they all were fed,
a revelation left for dead
Plates sit cold and goblets dry -
fills up the willing to comply
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13 comments:
This work of art has been brought to life by your wonderfully descriptive poem.
For someone who claims not to be 'biblically-minded' you did a damn fine job!
El Greco's "Feast In The House Of Simon" is a favorite of mine. The excitement and agitation expressed in wild fabric folds --as if a wind was blasting through the room. Your poem coincides with this as well as the spiritual inquiry in the diners' faces.
Technically speaking, a fine job.
How awesome - you really brought it to life :)
Very good!
I enjoyed it very much Helena. Well done!
That's really some wonderful writing. Loved it.
He carries love and condemns sin
yet wears her like a signet ring
Dining on both bad and good
he calls to feast but serves no food....
Brilliant poem, thank you.
"Yet wears her like a signet ring"...oh!
Interesting and well written.
I loved that line "yet wears her like a signet ring" it's awesome!
He always brings the Bread of Life to the table...
Nice!
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