Moon Rise

By Elvira

When            I close  my eyes
and the MOON is
in shadow —
I know the GREAT Painter
exists:
Who else could have
painted it?!

And, I pray to Her that Died
She who imprinted my
Heart:
it breaks,
for humanity
crushing          everything
that Spiritual
Beauty

The world of Men
is harsh —
it loves
the Bloodied hand
always proclaiming
Victory.
so, I take
The Greek’s  hemlock
and, ride the River
Styx
anchoring at the
Port;
away from the Church of Destruction.

Rise Soul, and meet Me
that is the
Final Judge —               Benevolent
or
Harsh.

March 2016

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One response to “Moon Rise

  1. Deena Sortland

    Beautiful imagery!~!

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