The Priest

THE PRIEST

The priest arrived on time as told
There was no grave to behold

His grief being swallowed by a breeze,
Slowly carved a name on the ancient stone
lying at his feet

Raising itself above the priest
The breeze asked in a hallowed voice
"Where is the deceased?"

The priest hung his head in grief
As a spirit drifted by and kissed his feet
"Why are you here?
There are no friends nor relatives near
You need not be here."
The spirit asked and disappeared

The priest's tongue twisted and tied itself
And froze in an instant
"Where has your love gone?"
The cold breeze insisted

Pensive the priest remembered,
"Two long years ago"

"Love has left my side
A loss I could not hide
In me, she would have thrilled
All the joy her love fulfilled

Pray I did since then
Only to return here, spent
Is this all that's left for me?

"No viewing for her would there be
Only yours for all to see."
Replied the breeze

The  numb priest remembered when
In memory of the sorrow and lament
There was too much to repent
This night could be the end

As moon's light filled the skies
The shadows grew long and dark
Over the hole where emptiness lies

Kneeling on broken knees
And wrist handcuffed by his rosary
The priest continued to pray

"To no avail!" The breeze exclaimed
"Your hopes and wishes have not come true
Never filling the hole left inside of you
Your heart is dead and stands in emptiness

Falling deep into the darkness
You will tonight
To die-hard, old and cold,
LIke the ancient stone at your feet

Close your eyes and take a deep breath
Hold the bible to your chest
It is time, I finally lay you to rest"

Reviews

[Rhayne]

Awesome! and sad. Poor Priest, his was a lonely existence. It's got to be a bad omen to walk yourself to your own grave; to be reminded of brief happiness in your past, but then, for that to be the last thing on your mind when you take your last breath, how sweet that must be. I could actually see the Grim Reaper as the spirit that flew by and kissed his feet.

[The Night Poet]

Yes indeed. Since you enjoyed it so well, I will send you an email with me reciting the poem and sounds in the background. I pray it pleases. The Night Poet

[Rhayne]

So sorry, your recording did not make it to my email. It was blank.

[Rhayne]

Are you not accepting new friends? The site will not allow me to email you and I sent you a friend request a while back, you never answered and now the site will only tell me that I've already sent you a request and will not let me do it again. Just wondering.