A Poem

A number of my poems have been inspired in response to movies that moved me in one way or another. This was written in response to The Mission, a film that asks challenging questions about how to respond to a broken world.

The Mission

Music,
like an aching wound,
a chasm cut deep
in the heart of the world,
where primal dreams flow
in fluid tapestries of light;

Illuminated white pillars,
radiating upward, stand
in immense vertical strength,
unbending and glorious….

Melodic echoes haunt
the shaded undergrowth
of the forest floor where
naked tribal peoples
in their simplistic primitive
uncomprehending way
are set upon by beasts
clothed as men
with armored hearts,
insensitive
to the music of the spheres.

Fragile wafts of lament
dissipating into thin air
like incense prayers,
out of harmony with the vivid
and verdant living universe,
aching for redemption
from the curse and the fall.

Hope falters. Death reigns.
Is it God, or man, who is blind?

Originally published at ennyman.com

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