The Pilrgim- Discovery

Part Four of the story of the Pilgrim.  Part one can be found here. 

Judgment.

Dark stars glowing red

Amidst a sea of blood.

A lonely vessel floats,

Battered by wind and flood.

 

Missing sail and rudder

Forgotten and drifting–

A glistening black prow

Toward the right listing.

 

The sailors are dead

The skipper overboard,

Directionless floating

For the masterless ward.

 

Prisoners unseen

Are sitting in their cells–

Knowing their oppressors

Are burning in Hell.

 

A light in the Sky

To bring forth some Justice,

The coming of a Judge

To issue a sentence.

 

Shackles fall from wrists

Prison doors swing open–

At last, captives go free;

The Judge heals the broken.

 

{CK}

Paranoia

We feel our own lack
then quake in simplicity.
But know then that hope
Is the weakest of audacity.

We fear the future
And misunderstand the past–
If we don’t act now,
We might just be last.

And so we run to and fro,
plugging holes in a sieve…
We’re so scared of unknowns
That we’ve forgot how to live.

Cheer on thou mortal!
You feel a part of history.
But at what high a price
Did you purchase this misery?

So one may go free
A different will be chained.
With wine of importance
Our conscience be not pained.

This is no alchemy-
Our so simple exchange…
But rather reality
In the face of dark rage.

{CK}

Bloody Love.

My eyes lifted upwards,
no angels, colors, or shooting stars I see,
But a bloody mess nailed to a tree.
Fixed between Heaven and Earth
Love stretches it’s arms wide.
If I take the embrace it will stain my shirt,
But that man’s blood will heal my hurt.

So deep a wound requires remittance
Yet the earth is blissful of its debt
For its worthless appetites does it whet.
Strike the band and sing a chorus,
You who are about to perish.
You failed your calling and your maker,
Now is the time to pay the piper.

Failure never tasted so sour,
Nor did a victory seem so unloved,
As the coming king who is dyed in blood.
The peoples fall beneath Him,
But his pace does not slow.
If you side with Him you will yet live,
Though the rest are sent through a sieve.

{CK}