The Millennial Pedestrian

Well. This poem shows what can happen when you get carried away by an idea. In this case, I wanted to write something with a kind of biblical/evangelical diction and fervor, but the poem took over and wrote itself. Sometimes, in poetry, the unconscious asserts itself in powerful and unmistakeable ways and you can lose control of the process. The words and images flow onto the page. I have no idea where this poem came from, other than the deeper recesses of my head, and it certainly doesn’t sound or feel much like my other poems. Still, I like it enough to post it for you. Let me know what you think.

The Rising

And the earth rose up:
the barren hills arose
and the soil spoke.
And the wind spoke also,
flashing in the onyx cloud.
And she knew the Book
had been prepared
and opened for her.

And she went to her knees,
heard the words resounding in the wind,
the admonition of the spitting rocks,
and she arose and walked in the road,
her arms raised open to the Lord.
And she embraced His wrath with rejoicing.
All her sorrows flew to heaven,
those she had endured

And those she had inflicted.
Her children now rose up
and called her blessed,
rose up from their beds and blessed her
as they rose, as did her parents, heedless.
And arising now, the husband, not to strike
but to embrace her as she strode away
into the fury of The Last Day.

She rose into an azure sky
and everyone who saw her rise
wondered how she rose, and why.