Wednesday, July 27, 2005


From a discussion on Vox's blog, someone requested that I post some of the poetry I wrote in days gone by. Most of the poems were written in my late teens or early 20's (in otherwords, the 80's).

Here is the first of perhaps many I'll post.

My flesh! My wretched flesh!
Oh how powerful it is.
A cruel task master
I bend to its will
I serve its desires
This slavery! These chains!
My yoke is hard, my burden heavy
Where is my freedom?

Then a voice, a gentle voice
But full of power, beckons,
"Follow Me."
But, my master?
"Be my slave and you will taste freedom.
My yoke is easy and my burden light."
Loose these chains then my Lord.
And he died, and they fell.