Saviour For Sale.
The agenda is filled to overflowing with a that-ness:
That a saviour may appear.
That a saviour will come swiftly.
But none does.
So wisdom’s scroll still rambles
with scratchings of the misguided,
whose missives promise redemption
while leading to perdition.
Words of prophets,
once profound,
now lie in gutter, profane,
next a litany of lies.
All this not-ness wants an untying
waits a resolution,
a saviour…
fully paid or dollar down,
but none comes.
Despite Inter Galactic ad crying
‘Saviour wanted
urgently.
No experience,
just broad shoulders,
phone any time.‘
While in another universe
Just a few light years away,
classified ad reads:
‘Saviour for sale,
as new,
hardly used,
broad shouldered type,
will deliver,
anywhere.’
About 12457adlib
I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
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