Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Abel and Cain

Without contrasts the mountain, nor the newborn can be seen. All life and art is the dynamic interplay of light and dark.

Deep inside the heart of Abel passes a little of the feeling of Cain, likewise within the mind of Cain flashes a brief thought like that of Abel.

It is the Yin and Yang of all things.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Prophet

Prophet,

when you said "Oh, Child of Israel, you've lost your way,"
I mocked you. "I am a child of America!"
The rags you wear proved you hadn't found much.

And when you said "you've allowed
relativism to replace reverence,"
I sneered loudly,
and called you irreverent.

When you said, "time and again
you mend the symptom, but the body grows ever sicker,
I laughed at you, "my body is fine!"
I shouted.

And when you said "you've taken Creator
from the head of your table, and replaced Him with man,"
I scorned you, openly.
"God has no place at the public table!"
I yelled back at you, you old fool.

When you said "while you lay intoxicated at the games,
your freedom will surely be forfeit,
and you will strangle by your own laws."
I knew you were mad,

for, surely, this would go on forever.

You said "there is a better way,"
but I didn't listen
and don't remember what you taught.

Then one day the sun peeked through the clouds
and I saw things in a different light.

Now ill omens abound,
and my mind is uneasy.
Calamity builds just beyond the western horizon
like a lethal winter blizzard.
I can sense it.

And I can't find you.

Oh, Prophet where have you gone?

For I have lost my way.

Copyright Luke Saucier, 2012