(who are we to question faith? <br />when we've yet to answer the call to duty, <br />for faith questions all) <br /> <br /> <br />hollow moon, <br /> bare, unblinking <br />stalking our final mile together, <br /> <br />this path <br /> others have trodden well, <br />perdition. <br /> <br />I came to your church <br /> hidden deep <br /> within the thicket- <br />found your alter <br /> ravaged to ruins <br /> <br />your pillars of strength <br /> lost their luster- <br /> now your children <br /> have cause enough to weep, <br /> <br /> for you went into the world <br />all full of woe, to plant seeds, <br /> and wilted there in a season <br /> <br />oh sister! <br /> I feel your prayers for peace, <br />your pleas of freedom <br /> from the angry angels <br />stars sink low <br /> spilling shadows between the rows, <br />I find no petals here- <br /> these stems riddled by thorns <br />your vineyard has wintered <br /> <br />a cemetery erects <br /> from the ashes of your expense- <br />yet still I believe <br /> enough <br /> to kneel in your stubble garden <br /> <br />christ is still dieing, <br /> I breathe <br /> both ease and regret- <br />for the penance has been paid <br />but there is nothing left<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harvest-3/
