Let Every Man His God AdoreA Poem by Chris G. VaillancourtLet every man His God adore:
There is nothing else or nothing more Make images of plastic and wood;
Let them stand or let them burn.
Let them represent or oppress,
As case may be or as learned.
For we roll in our errant selves;
In primary hiding on our shelves
Make dreams of false and sublime;
In flickering frames of obscurity.
Ardour gained is craving appetite;
To exist in surfaces but barely.
As night blends to day, again;
And winter means a loss of friend.
Man does not support other men;
Unless he is supported by Christ.
Turning and tossing do not sustain,
Nor strong enough to suffice.
Let every man His God adore:
There is nothing else or nothing more © 2012 Chris G. VaillancourtReviews
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Added on May 9, 2012Last Updated on May 9, 2012 AuthorChris G. VaillancourtWindsor, Ontario, CanadaAboutOver 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K. I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Wi.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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