Of Nero and of Constantine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I thought of the comparison of the two, and the poem wrote itself. My faith is real, but by no means unshakeable.

Submitted: December 18, 2009

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God above, do you ever wonder of the god below?

Does the luster of the tear-drop pearls of Heaven hold Your gaze eternal?

Or does the sparkle of the crystal kingdom fade away among the dull flames that consume our realm,

That smoldering of the holy light that gives off neither the heat nor the burn?

I've heard a treasure trove of temptations lies below us,

Underground, his kingdom, where the air is heavy with the stink of riches.

He too, is the lord of a lonely city,

Set afire not by the fervor and fear, as we are here,

But by the anarchy within

And the opposition without.

Oh, but aren't they happy in that city consumed by frivolous flames?

Can you not hear the braying of festival fools at the gate?

You have all the prerogative there,

A simmering cesspool of golden oils.

We are a city of fire,

They are a city on fire.

The time there zips by!

A second of breath,

Than a second to death!

But all is joyful and jubilant,

For they are burdened by nothing

But the empty on their backs.

Oh what a wondrous existence it must be,

Among that other burning city,

Here we are alright, we say,

But God above, do you ever wonder of the god below?


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