Stairway to Heaven ~ Poetics

Today, Brian Miller brings us the fantastic photography of Reena Walkling.  One visit to Missing Moments, and I can pretty much guarantee you'll be hooked! You'll find just one of Reena's pieces below, and the write it inspired, but if your a lover of photography, I urge you to give her a visit.

Tower

Stairway to Heaven

Each stone laid as a testament to our history.

Each, a story, written in the blood of our ancestors

That speaks of victory, of prosperity, of freedom.

But down here in the dirt of the cellar

Chained to the black stone too ugly to show the world

The blue of the sky remains nothing more than memory.

I hear them worship

Despite the many layers of tyranny  that separates us

Paying their tithing with bread from my harvest

Each golden grain was the offered view

During the time spent chained to the whipping post

the green man laughed, but offered no aid.

To the back door of their modern temple I came

as was the practice, for according to the men in robes

gods only heard me if the approach was proper

and at the back door of their temple they waited,

late to the party, I became dispensable

for every seat was taken, every eye filled with fear

I knew, no god waited for me inside

but faith in brother can cause a person to choose unwisely

and I, trusting as I was, believed their god would be there to greet me.

Beyond the bars I can hear the wind whipping

through the meadows, and the green man laughing,

who could be fool enough to believe god could be confined to a house?

Shamed, my body folds in on itself, leaving dignity

chained deep within the black stone walls

and I walk forth, leaving vessel behind

over those green meadows I am free to fly

and now green man laughs with me

wrapped in his laughter, exuberant joy

we light softly on the stairway to heaven.


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