The Prie-Dieu Poem by al moye

THE PRIE-DIEU
I walked in weathers so stale
I walked in paths full of dread
My world heavy with a chill
And a load of fog and mist
And my heart a shoulder strong
A heavy load it carried through

I walked through many lands
Wasted bare and dry
My path ever stretched
My path ever thorny
To finally reach
This place to pray

I burnt my incense
My blood and flesh
And to heaven they flew
In a perfect mist
To bribe his senses
And make him weak
To look my way
To touch my hurt
And make it sleep

Yet today here I sit
Still on the spot
The seasons they change
The tides they dance
Time and time again
And his answer I wait
For a century still
Glued to him
Forever and still.