Poem: “For My Release”


For My Release

I spoke to the troll
Under the bridge
That crosses my soul

Demon of malice
Troll of injustice
Shameful and callous

Where are you from
Speak, are you dumb?
You rise like the scum

Scum on the sea
Mold on the tree
Torment of me

Upward it leaped
From the cavern it keeps
The hollows of sleep

Though ugly and bleak
I am no freak
Hear me, I speak

I am what you were
Of him and of her
Mother and father

Back to the first
Parents and worse
From joy to a curse

Under the span
Of woman and man
I hide where I can

But look at my face
When I rise to my place
On the bridge of disgrace

Imp of your trouble
I am no devil
I am your double

Pay on demand
Deliver and stand
Spirit of Man

But Jesus has paid
The cost of us:
Te Deum laudamus

Another strode
Along this road
A cross His load

Take joy and peace
For my release
Immensae majestatis

May 2, 2011


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