all the songs of when, plus a broken hymn

all the songs of when, plus a broken hymn

A Poem by Joshua Carl Cruz

When the heart is full,
the hand is too; 
Scrying the mood,
the head 
nods along for the ride...

When the darkness blooms, 
and the lighted moon 
draws upwards
to fall, across 
your nocturnal eyes... 

When Gods abandon
the lain offerings
at their hands and feet;
Thou hast forsaken me...

When the call's made
to 9-11... 
"please, save my mum"
and praying 
she's unhurt, 
but,
she'd already gone...

When the sky breaks
and the ashes fall down,
these nursery rhymes will
deliver me to ground...

Carry the weight, Oh Lord
Make light; My yoke,
my torment, my pain,
and lift me up, Oh Lord.
Come and lift me up 
out of my grave. Amen.


© 2017 Joshua Carl Cruz



My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

I'm not so religious if you know what I mean, neither do I pretend to fully understand the meaning wrought by this poem but I felt so in touch with it, right in one read, a version that I could personally comprehend. Thank you Joshua for this brilliant piece of writing.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Joshua Carl Cruz

1 Month Ago

Spiritual undeniably I am, as we all are. Really, thank you for the read and if you have anything yo.. read more
Effector Prime

1 Month Ago

I appreciate your courtesy.

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

55 Views
1 Review
Rating
Added on August 8, 2017
Last Updated on September 3, 2017

Author

Joshua Carl Cruz
Joshua Carl Cruz

Mexico City, D.F., Mexico



About
I've been working at figuring out what writing means to me. So far, it means just that, writing. A lot of it. more..

Writing