Monday, 30 March 2020

Judgement

Decades ago I wrote a number of other short poems on similar themes. Here are links to three: "Who Can Interpret a Broken Branch" written March 1980 and posted here on 6 March 2013; "A Siren Calling in the Night" written December 1980 and posted here on 12 December 2012, and "The All" written January 1981 and posted here on 31 December 2011.

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On such and such a night I died,
It was not sickness, it was pride,
Like Satan plunging to the sea
I leapt Your rampart and chose me.

And now in selfish coal-dust dark
I whimper like a wing-broke lark,
I scorned what You were like to do
And choosing me, made You choose You.

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© September 2015