Description: Our Father
Who art in Heaven
Hallowèd be Thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth, as it is in Heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.
"Let His will be done."
This is not a "religious" poem.
Our Father -------------------------------------------
Brick by brick, reverse an old defense,
and peer at the flesh dispersed.
Bluntly spoon down into the skin,
hunting the god within; no,
no tongue belongs to tidal grief,
nor hunger, nor relief.
Cell by cell, recall each tenderness,
and plead, God, let it end.
there is an obvious building and structure within this piece... cells are the structural and functional unit of the body... so small and only vaguely understood by most... and i think god can be the same.
while you say this is not a "religious" piece you preface it with the lords prayer which teaches his people how to pray...
could this piece be a new spin on an old prayer? or perhaps it is an asking for it all to end moment...
i really like the recalling of past tenderness... im not sure whether you are calling upon god to remember or someone else or maybe even yourself...
sometimes the only way i can get through horrid times is remembering the times when things werent as horrid...