SoIsolated

So Isolated is She

So isolated she is,
surrounded by faces and
alone in a crowd of ne'er-do-wells.
Her daughters and sons--
lukewarm castoffs at best.
Each of them has on their own time dabbled
in her arts, taking the hard-lined
sensibility she calls home;
and found it unproductive, and not
to their respective abilities to understand.
Their father, her husband
has shirked his duty as priest.
It will only be by her grace
that he is saved, if any of them.
Just once, the oldest and most impertinent
of her disenchanted brood said
in twisted wisdom long-denied,
"When you get there
and we're not [there]
you won't even know the difference."
And so will all the unclean be purged
and moved across a great divide.
Oh, what a sorry purpose,
to look at the seed of her body,
secure in the knowledge
of its immolation
and damnation.
All she has learned
in a lifetime of study
is that what she believes
is the only truth.
That is what we all believe for ourselves, is it not?
What she conveniently fails to see
is how they speak amongst themselves
of her basic rights
to believe as she might.
It's really the only defense
when one's mother and wife,
the most influential of souls,
both mourns her failed mission
and casts stone-cold judgment
in every loving glance.
They wonder over the years
if it feels so good
to feel so bad,
and what are its possible rewards?
The children and the mate
standing on the steps of heaven
welcome a very confused matriarch
as humanity falls away
and life everlasting
mends the rift
that earthly hurts
and the man-made religion
that was supposed to save her
built.

PamEhli/2003

Since 3-5-03

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