The Holy Ones by Aaishah Mayet

Aaishah Mayet | Feb 4th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments


Hubris thundered from a pulpit
Mending walls

As Wrath
Reigned fire and brimstone

As Avarice regarded the collection tray
In beady-eyed visions of mansions
In Blinding light

As self-proclaimed prophethood
Healed infertility
In a prayer of Lust
On the womb of another man’s wife
And Humility
Hung strangled in a rosary’s noose:
Earth to earth

A moment of silence please
For the flames
That burn childhood innocence
A life-long inferno
In the furnace of Sodom
Ashes to ashes

Let us pray
For the gossamer habit
Encased in cobwebs
Disintegrating fabric
Dust to dust

For the Holy Ones
Beat in steeples and minarets of Love
In ribcages
Pumping Kindness
On highways
Where all life is sacrosanct
Illuminating darkness

Poet Bio

Aaishah Mayet was born and bred in the City of Gold, Johanesburg, South Africa. She currently works in the Healthcare sector which, for her, has bridged the frontiers of our shared human experience. As a self-confessed bibliophile of many years, literature remains, at once, her teacher and her sanctuary. Her works include Haiku published in the Lotosblute, as well as:

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