ÒPOETIC PREACHINÕ INTROÓ
POEM (BRIAN GREER)
WHAT RESEMBLANCE DO WE BEAR GOD,
BUT THE CHAINS OF MORTAL FLESH
BORN IN SIN TO DIE IN SPLENDER AT
THE FEET OF THE FATHER
WE PROSTRATE AND PRAY TO KNOW SELF
IN THE TWILIGHT OF AUTUMNÕS KISS
THIS VERY MOMENT, EACH IS AN
INTRODUCTION TO THE GLORY OF HIS POWER
BEING AT THE NOW TO EMBRACE THE
FUTURE AS LAID BY HIM
TO BE, TO SPEAK, TO PREACH THE
WORD OF EVER PRESENCE
MASTERFUL WORDS SPILLED FROM THEIR
MOUTHS LIKE
FRAGMENTED AND JAGGED FRACTIONS OF
FOREVER, DEVINE FOREVER
THAT FOREVER MAY BE ATTAINED PAST
THIS LIFE
THAT IS HIS PROMISE TO THOSE
KEEPERS OF HIS FAITH
THROUGH THOUGH THOSE SPEAKERS OF
HIS WORDS
MEN ORDAINED AND TOUCHED BY THE
POWER
NOT SIMILAR TO ANY POSESSED OR
HELL CREATED MY MAN
EVEN IN THE RELIGIOUS CONSTRUCTS
OF SOME GODLESS MOTHERÕS WOMB
THIS WORD TRAVELS NOT BY FORCE OR
BY CHOICE, MORE BY DESTINY
DEVINE IN ITSELF, WORDS READ AND
REREAD AND READ ONCE MORE
FOR WHO COULD TIRE OF THE SPLENDER
OF HIS WORDS