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Come defend your God by Francis Conlon

Francis Conlon | Dec 28th, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Across the great Middle Eastern plain,
Riders came to bring the fight,
Assured of victory in his Name,
With passions burning a gem-hard flame,
Maybe losing the soul’s insight.

Please let God do the mapping,
Of souls that slowly unfold,
Not with war so energy sapping,
More the sound of one hand clapping,
Their destinies with karmic deeds foretold.

Such cosmic power I need not defend,
The One who made awesome creation,
Need not a traveller in two rend,
Better my final judgment to suspend,
Let souls flower to a unique sensation.

No longer burning at the stake,
For grievance that may be bogus,
No need I call his view fake,
But another voyager on spirit’s lake,
Whose depth reflects the cosmic Logos.

A distant echo comes from the far side,
Inviting souls to come abide.

Poet Bio

Francis D. Conlon is a retired and recovering school teacher. For the past 18 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger, and as a boat inspector for ANS (aquatic nuisance species), at Yampa River State Park and at Elkhead Reservoir outside nearby Hayden, Colorado, in northwestern Colorado.

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