+ 27.225 MHz 285: Failures, My First Poem Of 2021

[to Patrucuajj---Poet, Mentor, Il Miglior Fabbro,

whose poems are very manifest successes]


We though that the whole octave of days was a failure:

at His entry, the crowd's understanding failed;

in his waivering loyalty, Judas failed;

with fear at its core, our boisterous courage failed.

The Sadduccees attempt to obtaun a confession failed;

the Roman administrator's attempt to reprieve Him failed;

by noon, on that awful day, the sun's light failed.


We looked at the body that the cross had assailed---

that body on which torture, mutilation, and death prevailed.

What faith, if any we had, collapsed, now, impaled

by the image of His corpse, still to that cross nailed.

We could not speak aloud, we would not have railed

against those mockers who led us to think He had failed.


But on that third evening, He gave the truth we needed---

in the house of Mark's mother, in that upper room---

to shatter the conclusions we dared to presume:


and showed us that He, not us and not them, had gloriously succeeded.


Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The poem is based upon all four Gospels' account of these events.

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patriciajj's picture

What a perfect way to usher

What a perfect way to usher in the new year—with the analogy of death and resurrection, perceived from four legendary perspectives. What appeared through human eyes to be a spectacular defeat bloomed into "glorious success", a victory that would change the world forever. 

 

An inspiring, galloping and life-affirming declaration of our spirit of survival that saw us through this year and the promise of victory to come. 

 

I'm deeply honored by the dedication. Many thanks. 

Starward's picture

Thank you for the very kind

Thank you for the very kind words.  I am highly embarrassed to admit, however, that the poem was full of typos and glitchrd that I had not caught.  I am so sorry that I failed to correct these before you looked at it.  I will try to do better going forward.


Thank you for understanding, in your always very accurate way, exactly what the poem was meant (despite my keyboarding errors) to express.


Starward

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patriciajj's picture

The typos are completely

The typos are completely understandable because our thoughts go faster than our hands, and on top of that, you're dealing with terrible pain. It really is OK. The symbolism, cadence and thought process within the poem was beautifully orchestrated. Such a pleasure to read and comment on your first poem of 2021. 

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I sincerely thank you for

I sincerely thank you for your understanding and gracious tolerance of my foibles.


Starward

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