Turning away, turn away,
great emptying of
quotidian concerns
from the holy vessel,
with mysterious ashen
foreheads of women
heading west on
51st Street, coming
from St. Patrick’s
On Fifth Avenue
Turning away, turn away!
In the great changes
of history from Old Testament
sackcloth to baptismal
glories, transforming itself
during deathly days of middle ages
into penitance, what have we done,
What have we done?
Forty days of contemplations
and renunciations, turning
from outside to inside,
from emptiness to
great beseechings for
fulfillment,
to be filled like
empty vases
with great nectars
of resurrection.
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… to be FP during this time, please feel free to demote.
For those who observe, a good day to you and may your contemplations and prayers be mighty and true.
your poems are inspiring. As a visual artist your words make pictures as well as word thoughts. I gather you are from NY? It’s hard to tell as we communicate here so unhooked from geography. Small wonder you were a lyricist. I try not to analyze art as I freakin hate critics so I’ll stop and just absorb. Thanks
the imagery: Old Testament sackcloth
and this is a great line… from emptiness to great beseechings for fulfillment
…a real poet. wonderful poem. Thx!
thank you.