Warren Falcon

Rookie - 409 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Our Mutual Confession Invisibly Drawn - Pentecostal Church Ruins - Poem by Warren Falcon

Descending the hill in unplanned rehearsal,
what has become a destined association,
our mutual confession is invisibly drawn.

A ruined one-room church appears,
a cemetery plot weed-hidden behind this
once sentinel house long remote to men and
as present as God, my own presence is bound
to his who stands confounded now as three,
one above grave, one within it, and me
in between, one eye upon him, the other
upon sagging dirt where bones and a
ragged shirt share an unexpected
moment of veils confused in sunlight's
disarray of leaves, wood, of stone and
shadows frozen there, not breathing
for us all in un-storied astonishment.

Here horseflies feast.
Upon weathered stones are
only creases where once were
names, dates, even God's Word,
chiseled by a now unknown hand,
an impression only, one among many,
reduced to no plot but that of Providence
left to surmise swatting at Eucharistic
flies proving only flesh and only blood,
a flood of questions eventually exhaled,
and exhaling still, waiting beside
a white rock with wings,
ignoring fires,

leaning into changes.

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Comments about Our Mutual Confession Invisibly Drawn - Pentecostal Church Ruins by Warren Falcon

  • Rookie - 145 Points Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (1/5/2011 10:05:00 AM)

    its an unfortunate truth u speak about. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, October 21, 2011


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