And Monsters Walk

The gods poured out their tears of grief upon the Mother’s profaned bed,

their howling, groaning pain lashing over her bloodstained body,

as she lay there like a bed-rumpled harlot

torn and tattered by mens lust.

And the monsters walked over her tired face

all unseeing,

while she shuddered and trembled in restless agony.

Into the sudden silence of heaven’s indrawn breath ,

the monsters walked…

Blinded by ambition and a thirst for power.

Like recalcitrant children,

who believe their own lies,

they rob the mother who suckled them at breast,

Scarring her ancient body with their destructive toys.

And she weeps at the sight and sound of their tyrannies,

Spent and discarded by those who once held her in such reverence.

As she lies dying,

Soft murmurings reach her failing senses ,

whispering songs of love and honor,

hope and redemption.

Careworn hands reach down to soothe her fevered body,

and nourish her fragile soul.

And monsters walk…

Yet the very heaven’s laugh,

watching a million hands join in love,

encircling her blue green beauty,

in a silent promise of peace and renewal.

An agreement of daffodils

nod their frilled sunny heads

holding out hope of healing grace

for this tired world.

Posted by john in Prose