Glory falls around us
as we sob
a dirge of
desolation on the Cross
and hatred is the ballast of
the rock
which his upon our necks
and underfoot.
We have woven
robes of silk
and clothed our nakedness
with tapestry.
From crawling on this
murky planet's floor
we soar beyond the
birds and
through the clouds
and edge our waays from hate
and blind despair and
bring horror
to our brothers, and to our sisters cheer.
We grow despite the
horror that we feed
upon our own
tomorrow.
We grow.
Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross: excellent words by Maya Angelou.10
No place better to be, than in My Glory, because of what He, did for you an me.
desolation on the Cross and hatred is the ballast of the rock which his upon our necks and underfoot....You have power in your words dear Maya
and bring HONOR* to our brothers, and to our sisters cheer. Please fix the typo.
We grow despite the horror that we feed upon our own tomorrow. We grow.. v ery fine poem. tony
We have woven robes of silk and clothed our nakedness with tapestry...good lines in this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We grow despite the horror that we feed upon our own tomorrow. We grow. A great write. Thanks for sharing here.