Chestnuts Poem by Naveed Khalid

One morning he rose
from the dead sea,
in white robes of heaven,
full bright his eyes through the stars,
were enchanting slogans
of disparity;
shapes of epic greatness,
in minute details
by no pen are writ
with so much reverence
as untouch'd benevolence
of his grace,
shew him no more,
nor that young boy
at Kumran desert,
who befell the ston'd grave,
his lost sheep to find,
discover'd him again;
betwixt two extremes
he stood aghast
from head to toe
in loving moments of ecstasy,
his savage heart had rent
a wooden coffin to cloven hooves,
to bear the burden of his yoke,
for he had travell'd a long way
back home,
possess'd with children
of another age;
while the other way though less
in scope,
had him wrapp'd up in rolling scrolls
of leather parchment,
cobblers mend a pair of shoes with
fine threads of thought
in the three bushes
at his feet,
where now the weeds grow,
and crickets sing at break of day.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Title Revised: From Chestnuts To A Cloak beside the Oak