So That You May KNow Me

It is bound to happen, that a great man will again walk amongst us.

Bright white sheep,
graze lazily,
on pale white grasses,
Set against a pearl white horizon.

Upon their fleeces,
black scribbles dance.
Symbols that guide them,
Markings that define them.

Their blurred eyes fixated,
on the ground that feeds the illusion.
They are unaware,
of what surrounds them.

One,  just for a moment,
looked up and protested.
Tonight we eat his flesh,
and mangle his fleece.

The powerful scribbles,
upon his coat, that could lead
the herd, to greener pastures,
Is tossed aside and spat upon.

In coming times,
one such as he
will graze amongst us.
And like days of old,
His fleece we will tan.

Perhaps one symbol,
will raise their heads.
To pierce the light,
And see that, it is God's hand.

Author's Note

From a dream I had this Easter morn.

Reviews

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Amazing !!!

100/100

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

powerful dream, even more powerful poem.......

[Searching 4 Serenity]

Holy s**t! This is dark, enlightening, powerful, and full of truth. You did a great job on this!

[*~DreamDeamon~*]

hmm, thats very intersting.. I really dint know what else to say.