The Pelican Poem by Michael Bergman

The Pelican



On a cool, misty morning stands the church by the sea -
Through painted glass, a spectral view of nature's spree;
Upon the cob-webbed altar, hang the body, Christ;
The silent congregation it mournfully presides.

On the grey sands of the shore, saltwater seeps -
Down her breast, the blessed Mother weeps;
White crabs emerge from their dark, salty homes;
Morning brings light through a mix of ethereal tones.

From a coral-ridden rock, a brown pelican takes flight,
From the opaque gloom, into morning light;
Across the tide, its enduring feathers skim -
With the conviction and grace of a seraphim.

Fish in the veil of a gaping beak -
Nourishment for ailing children, tethered and weak;
The only remaining resolve, a mother's endearing love;
Sands sodden with sacrificial blood.

On a cool, foggy evening stands the church by the sea -
Beyond weathered oak doors, nature's silent revelry;
Pelicans return to warm their brood for the night -
Unhesistant to bestow eternal life.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yolanda Jones 12 October 2011

simplicity rapture granduer serenity and peace

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