Day: January 9, 2019

Even in dreams

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I say,Father.I’d like a blessing
So would I!
But I have sinned.
What a surprise!
I stole a loaf from a shop in town because I had no money.
You might make your own bread in future.Have you got an oven?
No, we live in a caravan.
That must be hard
Well,we are used to it but people won’t give us work like sharpening knives and they must need it after all the crimes we read of.
You could join a religious order and get free food and clothing
Say, that’s a good idea.I’ll ask my wife.
Oh, you can’t bring a wife
Well, what shall I do with her?
Get divorced
But I am a Catholic!
Well lose your faith,get divorced and  then become a  Catholic again and apply to the Jesuits.
Why them?
They enjoy that kind of reasoning.Tormenting other’s minds and their own
Well,I don’t.I want to confess to unfaithfulness
What, in a caravan?
Yes, it was a dream.But the Bible says we are responsible even for thoughts
I’d take that with a pinch of salt.We all dream  of others who share our sexual desires
You can’t prove we all do
No, but it seems  quite likely
God made us like this to procreate.Even in dreams
Well for your penance buy your wife some flowers or steal some!
I say,Father,That is naughty.
Even God has a sense of humour though it’s getting weaker.
Oh,dear.

 

Winter clouds  float in vague shades of grey

The clouds  float in  the vaguer shades of grey
Stroking like the silk shawls women wore
Mauve and lilac ,blue  and white today

In summer,whispy white clouds wander by
Leaving no long shadows on the doors
Winter clouds  sail in vague shades of grey

The sky is most exquisite  when light plays
Making patterns on the wooden floors
Mauve and lilac ,blush pink in delay

Eternal as the sea in Dover Bay
Without that marvelled ocean and its roar
Winter clouds  float vaguely in dark grey

The sky conveys no message but a prayer
That humans should   retaliate  no more
Mauve and lilac ,yellow as  sun strayed

 

Who would act so well as Satan’s whores?
Who so harshly, inhumanely, swore?
The clouds  float by in   vaguer shades of grey
Mauve and lilac, sad  as words may  say

With guns and bricks and mortar and barbed wire?

Invest in bricks and mortar and barbed wire
Fences, wood or metal and good tools
Walls and fences  keep us from the mire

Splitting off the people we can’t fire
Will banishing the Other make us fools?
Invest in bricks and mortar and barbed wire

Is he crazy;  is he a mere liar
What he knows we do not learn at school
Walls and fences  keep us  from the mire

Will   he burn when he is on his pyre?
Is he mortal,can  he ever rule
With guns and bricks and mortar and barbed wire?

Is he someone children might admire?
Or his he like a thread from a dropped spool?
Walls and fences speak like  did Town Criers

Well, in the old days some folk lived on gruel
Burned their fences,suffered drug withdrawal
Invest in bricks and mortar and barbed wire
Walls and fences   hide our bleak despair