A man buried in oil
longed to rest in the soil.
A creature void of form
looking for something warm
didn't want to escape
a thing to change his shape.
A beauty cast a spell
delivered him from hell.
Curious this power,
beauty of a flower.
To search a mystic soul
seemed such a worthy goal,
yet he had a strange fear
for many a sad year
his love was seeking hate.
Lord forbid this doomed fate
that only leads to hell
where evil demons dwell,
lest paradise be lost
at a very high cost.
An angel from heaven
could defeat the seven
deadly cardinal sins
where corruption begins.
In fact they are a must
free from anger and lust.
The demons often trust
our armor yet shall rust.
Laughter was the start
of ecstasy in heart
Laughter with his sweetheart
feelings captured in art.
Nobody can defile
such a friendly warm smile
like a couple down an aisle
that seemed so juvenile.
Beauty reclaimed by earth
destined for a rebirth,
not more than he could take
beauty for heaven's sake.
Perplexed, being in love,
he'd have to rise above
the best feelings he knew
felt by fortunate few.
The ecstasy of all
saviors bound to fall.
Love meant to crown
can bring you down
and crucify you
when love is true.
He told him to heed his call
and Judas felt so small
Jesus showed love for all
by taking a planed fall.
without pain there's no gain
poets tried to explain
Pain's a bitter potion
that heels our emotion
moistened by sacred tears
passed down through many years
The willing take the cup
and with faith drink it up
the way the creature did
with his strong passion hid
like the writer deep inside
he could no longer hide.
Evermore to show it
The ballad of a poet.
Author notes
This is a revised poem. The original poem was inspired by a chapter in Thomas Merton's Journal that the monks at the Abby of Gethsemani in Kentucky published under the title of 'The Intimate Merton' His Life from His Journals. I also borrowed from Gibran's "The Prophet and lastly but not least Bob Dylan's 'Shelter From The Storm' The man buried in an oil better known of fat was me. I will withhold the name of my muse
