A Poet's letter to a Priest

Oh you blessed leaders,

who pierce the eye of evil,

a demigod in disguise.

Harken to these words,

and let them drip into your mouths,

like sticky honey

from your amber chalice.

Don't they know,

that you are mortal too?

Oh yes,

don't they know?

You carry the tears of sorrow,

the upsets of confession,

the praises of worship

and the hopes of billions of dreamers

on your ancient minded backs.

But don't they know

that you are mortal too?

Perception is an smart spirit,

he choses who to strike and who to dress.

He gives you

an warm lamp that burns bright,

leading billions of moths

from the black void

towards you.

But, may perception learn,

that you can carry mortality over your immortal duty.

Never discontent yourselves,

oh wise ones,

and let them know,

that you pray in the cold dark

as well.

- a poet's letter to a priest