Tailing Iscariot.

He walked with a ring on his ear

He thinks pain is in tears:

I have lived with pain for a long time

So a simple head nod

And soft painful sighs

Speak to me more

Than a thousand sad words

Or a torrent of tears.

He walked before me boldly

He believed the world

should be conqured with offensive rage

But I have fought too many times

And true victory isn't

In the little battles

But in being the conqueror

At the end of the war.

He walked with his loin cloth baring his butt

He wanted to lead the way;

He truly felt he had it all figured out.

He wanted to put me in place,

But the bare sight of his nakedness

Revealed a vulnerability

That I cover; standing behind

Made me his shield.

He walked fast, looking up, barking orders

He forgot that sometimes when

The wind is speaking, we can only hear in silence

I heard the warning

But I could not convey it

He was still howling and gliding on

And heading toward the trap;

And I saw him fall.

He should get up and carry on and be.

He may get it at last

That pain is beyond tears, rage never conquers

And no one ever does it alone;

None knows it all or figured out.

He may even realize

That our true strength is

In our very weakness.

 

 

©Naan Pocen