The Wheel, The Cross, The Flame

 

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Gwendrina · The Wheel, The Cross, The Flame 2

I

I provided you

with stone and timber

to craft a wheel:

 

for rolling cargo,

milling grain

telling time.

 

But you also

put two on the axel

of a chariot that raced in war.

 

That was not my intent.

 

II

I provided you

with stone and timber

to carve a cross:

 

for symbolizing keys,

measuring stars

surveying land.

 

But you also

crucified thief and martyr — (a King)

by hammering nails

into flesh and  oak

 

That was not my intent

 

III

I provided you

with stone and timber

to wake a flame:

 

for heating homes,

lighting lamps

forging steel.

 

 

But you also

bundled sticks

and built a pyre, struck flint

to burn a witch or saint;

 

the wind

clutching their  hair,

their bodies

girdled in rope

as the bramble ignited.

 

That was not my intent.

 

IV

Now they’re all my sorrows

matted and bloodied

in this field

 

like  feathers

of  that sling-shot bird.

 

And the stone which killed her,

( white-throated hawk)

left in  woods

that have petrified and will not burn.

 

 

6 comments

  1. God provides gifts and humans pervert them. Is it any wonder He brought the flood? And that He had to swear Himself to a covenant not to cause another one?

    Strong images here, and a very deep message.

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  2. Wendy,

    You honor this space with such a poem.
    It is a new favorite from your pen. The sorrow
    is palpable, the truth is undeniable. You put it all together
    to make a poem that makes a difference. Take a bow,
    Poet Lady.

    Sarah

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    • Hi Sarah

      So glad you enjoyed this one — it is really an older one, about five years or so, but I am going through old poems for updates/revisions, etc and this one stood out as one of my favorite as well. Your kind words and perspective are very much appreciated!

      Take care,
      my best always,
      Wendy

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  3. Hi Steve

    Thanks so much for stopping by! I sincerely appreciate your interest/perspective regarding this poem.

    My best
    Wendy

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