You are brutal in your kindness:
fine words,
fine words,
fancy phrases,
castles in the air.
Pretty, pretty pictures,
each of them
cold
like mountain rainwater
or the rip of a Far East shore.
Oh, beneficent one,
Oh, beneficent one,
your good deeds are cited,
cataloged,
neatly ordered
and searchable.
Do not your alms before men.
Your heart cannot be feather-light
when weighted by hypocrisy.
Charity will not transfer your sins
onto your enemies.
Charity will not transfer your sins
onto your enemies.
And though you grope in darkness,
whisper to your beads,
beg mercy of the Lady,
when the time for weighing comes,
8 comments:
Brutal you sure told someone. Great post.
March 6, 2013 at 11:31 AMAll I can think of is the departing ex-Nazi, child molester protecting Pope.
March 6, 2013 at 2:14 PMJzB
Nicely done!
March 6, 2013 at 2:35 PMStrong words... especially:
March 6, 2013 at 4:30 PMYour heart cannot be feather-light
when weighted by hypocrisy.
Some still think that what we do will not be counted. Time will tell.
March 6, 2013 at 4:53 PMAh yes can one's good deeds outweigh their bad ones.
March 6, 2013 at 10:02 PMNice poem.
You tell 'em!
March 7, 2013 at 1:13 AMThe 'big man' (not wishing to be sexist but tends to be)..must be questioned...underneath is usually a brutal heart..brutal hearts have power..kind hearts..authority..
March 7, 2013 at 10:02 AMPost a Comment