Old Clay Jars
Posted: November 30th, 2012, 7:39 pm
What are they pouring into these old jars ?
Ancient, fire kilned, tempered with sand
Stored on the floor all these long years
Well used, well kept, but rarely seen
Never to fall and crash into many shards
Red southern clay, symbolic impressions
Fraught with power, these ancient relics
Inspired by dreams, molded by hands
Hidden away, rarely spoke of, they survive
As they were and not how they are thought of
Actors, audience and clown intermissions
Sacerdotal story morals, carefully spoonfed
Hanging spirituality by the door like flypaper
In their zeal they form ranks of soldiery
While fighting in god’s name, is war hell ?
Spiritual challenges flung, naught to prove
Creating a limbo and lassoing lost souls
Singing like birds at gentle inquisitions
Comforted, misled, and skillfully converted
New approach, but the vestments appear the same
A few soldiers lighting thousands of campfires
And those looking down from the ridge laughing
They have seen this old ploy applied before
Having heard these old stories too many times
How many candle lit windows and empty rooms ?
Ancient, fire kilned, tempered with sand
Stored on the floor all these long years
Well used, well kept, but rarely seen
Never to fall and crash into many shards
Red southern clay, symbolic impressions
Fraught with power, these ancient relics
Inspired by dreams, molded by hands
Hidden away, rarely spoke of, they survive
As they were and not how they are thought of
Actors, audience and clown intermissions
Sacerdotal story morals, carefully spoonfed
Hanging spirituality by the door like flypaper
In their zeal they form ranks of soldiery
While fighting in god’s name, is war hell ?
Spiritual challenges flung, naught to prove
Creating a limbo and lassoing lost souls
Singing like birds at gentle inquisitions
Comforted, misled, and skillfully converted
New approach, but the vestments appear the same
A few soldiers lighting thousands of campfires
And those looking down from the ridge laughing
They have seen this old ploy applied before
Having heard these old stories too many times
How many candle lit windows and empty rooms ?