Mark Arvid White
Shelves
Jedi knights patrol the shelves of my sacrarium,
guarding what remains while I sleep:
a plush bear; a jeep;
a baseball;
little
boy's
dreams
guarding what remains while I sleep:
a plush bear; a jeep;
a baseball;
little
boy's
dreams
where angels look to the skies and are still given wings,
where a white collar on sable
still shines without guile,
and the smiles
of God
rain
down.
where a white collar on sable
still shines without guile,
and the smiles
of God
rain
down.
I have not desired to be the goal of your scortations,
hear the hushings of your whispers,
trembling in the nave,
your scapegrace
as hands
move
down
hear the hushings of your whispers,
trembling in the nave,
your scapegrace
as hands
move
down
to take away my awe, the innocence of belief.
Father, upon which shelf is placed
that cross you remove
as you kneel
and weep
and
pray?
Father, upon which shelf is placed
that cross you remove
as you kneel
and weep
and
pray?
