Trio Poems 3

Indigo incensed skies encircle,
fumbling Hail Mary’s clumsily
with fickle fingers on
well weathered rosary, 

Forgive me for I have sinned.

But who listens
apart from the rhumed joints
under aged skin which clickclack
slack with unseen guilt
caused by years of faithfulness.

Forgive me for I have sinned.

For thirty silver pieces,
recited words ingrained
with a malignant smile
pale pious lips kiss
but doubt the scripture.
Belief dissipated-enlightened
With age and knowledge.

Forgive me for I have sinned.

©Shan Elis

a chorus of bells echo
off a mountain of a rising sun
calling upon the monks
to join in morning prayer.

they shuffle across the Abbey
in a stream of flowing black,
proceeding to the chapel
on their devoted paths.

the eldest of them all
silently breaks from the flock.
he walks towards the dawn
with eyes peering down

carrying a burden of thought,
a truth many have held before.
he clutches his devotion of roses,
the beads of faith and prays

whispering the Lord’s Prayer
bead after bead repeating,
releasing the pain from lies.
he kisses his crucifix and waits

struggling with what is real
the lies of men and needs of faith.
he knows, it is not time yet,
for the secrets to be revealed.
© River 6/11

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