Adveniat Regnum Tuum

I came, I saw my name upon the oak:
Man conquers nature with a flaming sword,
A dagger deep concealed within the cloak
Embeds itself within the living board.

Do not mince words or leave them circumcised;
Vocabularies like fierce lions roar.
Though tempered with fair speech or limply guised,
When tempers flare, the shackles hit the floor.

A man is not a diamond to be pressed,
But, rather, he’s a potsherd made of clay;
We all with scarlet letters on our chest
Observe manmade inventions hit the bay.

Man does not live on loaves of bread alone;
Sweet grace has only power to atone.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. J Cosmo Newbery
    Sep 14, 2012 @ 21:17:21

    I love the meter of this, it moves very smoothly. Having said that, I am struggling to clearly see the message, so beautifully delivered!


  2. Gay Reiser Cannon
    Sep 14, 2012 @ 22:38:08

    Love, love, love the language, the perfect iambic pentameter, the regal Elizabethan sonnet, serving myth and philosophy but in the end man’s humanity must indeed be granted grace and forgiveness. Beautiful and excellent work in this. I’m sorry I’m late to read, but I am so glad I did.


  3. brian miller
    Sep 14, 2012 @ 22:52:45

    Do not mince words or leave them circumcised…ha nice line…but i really love your 3rd stanza…it just rips and bears truth as well….and great close as well on grace…


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