Godly Insanity
old and senile,
he hears a voice inside his
head
as faint and delicate
as a rain
d
r
o
p
falling
on a child's outthrust tongue:
a name,
her name,
spoken amidst heightened confusion.
he feels the word,
like a predator disguised as
prey,
roaming sensuously
through the hollow corridors
of his brain.
eyes closed,
the portrait of her face,
hung, hidden, in his vault
of memories...
face that made the stars dim
in its beauty's light
face which could entice eden's
most virtuous angels...
now
... lingers ...
playing havoc with his senses,
a long-forgotten victim of
his sadistic plight.
"God!"
she cried.
he frowned.
woman of sin
pleading for life.
as God's instruments,
his hands circled her throat,
thus sacrificing her soul for
his salvation.
now he feels her ghost
- penetrate -
his aged and frail body,
her shadow enter his faltered
mind,
her spirit take ahold of his
ill-bred lunacy;
again the sound of her voice,
eve-like in all its unholy
seduction,
"Judge not, that ye be not
judged" *
"God!"
he cries.
she sighs.
a man of sin
pleading for life.
as God's instruments,
her hands circle his heart,
thus sacrificing his insanity
for the salvation of humanity.
*(Matt 7:1)