Vint
02/16/06, 05:36 PM
Monologue to Heaven
Father Savior, for you have made me see
That wounds like these will heal;
I quiver, that a God like thou could be,
So before you now I kneel
And on this oak I pray,
And From with the money I pay
I form my right to say:
“Unburdened, I am free”.
Through this lattice do I now speak
These words that should mean little.
Were I not here to be contrite; “Tis weak!”
O Lord, my faith in this cathedral is brittle.
Father Savior, I seek freedom from this semblance,
For although I see no evil in monotony,
To me it is only a step above complete dissemblance.
“O, how I long to smell the betony!”
My cleric, for you I shall depart with good word:
“Even though cathedrals crumble,
In my heart still I stay humble.
Servants we are of Church’s power,
Freedom is in God’s last hour”.
I had to write a poem for school.
Father Savior, for you have made me see
That wounds like these will heal;
I quiver, that a God like thou could be,
So before you now I kneel
And on this oak I pray,
And From with the money I pay
I form my right to say:
“Unburdened, I am free”.
Through this lattice do I now speak
These words that should mean little.
Were I not here to be contrite; “Tis weak!”
O Lord, my faith in this cathedral is brittle.
Father Savior, I seek freedom from this semblance,
For although I see no evil in monotony,
To me it is only a step above complete dissemblance.
“O, how I long to smell the betony!”
My cleric, for you I shall depart with good word:
“Even though cathedrals crumble,
In my heart still I stay humble.
Servants we are of Church’s power,
Freedom is in God’s last hour”.
I had to write a poem for school.