Keith Johnson

Freshman - 788 Points (Cheshire, England)

For Colin Mccahon [nz Painter: 1919 -1987] - Poem by Keith Johnson

Offending against
Thy Divine Majesty

By thought, word and deed
And the greatest of these is word.

Epaminondas is black
Oyzmandias lies least
And Parsimonious the priest.

I will spend forty days and forty nights
In the desert, stubbing my toes on rocks

And the lamb will lie down with the lion
And I will rail against the fig
And return to cry out in the market place.

Old men dream dreams and wake without rest
There is no health in them

And I will scrunch my black and dirty words
Against the canvas edge on the dark hills.

Take no thought for the morrow
In the beginning was the word
And that day such deeds were done.

But thou oh God whose property
Is always to have mercy
Not weighing our merits
But pardoning our offences.

If we have no words
We have no God

Let me find the words.

Topic(s) of this poem: LIFE

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 24, 2014

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