I hear the elegant gibberish
I understand it
the language of the well meaning and the inept
I embrace them all give comfort where I can.
In our failing we have embraced each other
we have suffered together
known the joy of shared sorrow
a rare kind of understanding
more – a miraculous mutual redemption.
Flailing messiahs and crippled angels
lame avatars and crying prophets
the sinners and the sin
after the fall we crawl
seeking sanctuary on the vast lonely plane.
And though the roof of our celestial chapel may leak
we bow our heads acquiesce with grace
our unkissed lips form beatific smiles
long lost we are at last enlightened
our crying chant a heavenly hymn
a very human homily.
My take on poet13’s A Human Homily is failed martyrs
sweep with words only translators grasp to successfully decipher miracles
then swap to chords which illuminate multitudes, it says to me
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