Roll the Stone
by Ken Denk
As the embers cool,
what's left of walls that
once filled with hallelujahs
tick and settle and sigh
with the dissipation
of heat, of hate,
that blazed from acts
too cowardly for the
light of day.
The irony that these arsonists
would clothe themselves
in the glorious mantle
of good Christians,
while burning a church,
is strong enough
for contact tetanus,
moving through the ruins.
Men with mean little souls
motivated by fear
know so little of the faith
they profess, or they'd know
that Christianity is about
Resurrection,
a temple torn down
will be rebuilt;
buildings burn easy,
but faith is fireproof,
and death has no dominion
in this place.
Ken Denk is a father, nurse, and poet from New York now residing in Columbia, SC.
what's left of walls that
once filled with hallelujahs
tick and settle and sigh
with the dissipation
of heat, of hate,
that blazed from acts
too cowardly for the
light of day.
The irony that these arsonists
would clothe themselves
in the glorious mantle
of good Christians,
while burning a church,
is strong enough
for contact tetanus,
moving through the ruins.
Men with mean little souls
motivated by fear
know so little of the faith
they profess, or they'd know
that Christianity is about
Resurrection,
a temple torn down
will be rebuilt;
buildings burn easy,
but faith is fireproof,
and death has no dominion
in this place.
Ken Denk is a father, nurse, and poet from New York now residing in Columbia, SC.