Mark Sauer

Rookie - 94 Points (1958 / Texas, U.S.A.)

Worshipping The Void - Poem by Mark Sauer

Israel atoned in an emptied room,
Bare, like that grotto one star did illume;
Once history hinged on a vacant tomb.
We kneel where once emptiness did loom
Pregnant with all futures; time did resume
From drained vessels, made holy by perfume
Poured out to scent the world, precious vacuum
That the spent forms of Ark and Son assume;
Lock turned, key discarded, a remnant fume
Lingers, like the whisper of angel's plume.
How different are those lost souls for whom
Void itself is holy; kneeling to gloom,
They worship, not emptied, but empty womb,
Because, not despite, no fruit shall there bloom;
Barrenness the sacrament of their doom.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 13, 2012

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