Nathan A Fleming

GOLDEN FAITH

The cross of gold stands upon the altar
encased in stone rising from the earth.
A tomb of holy sanctuary.

A small child falls to his knees
at the base of golden purity.
Tears stream his face
pooling in the dust
as he pounds his tiny fists
upon the unrelenting stone.
A tomb of pitiless strength.

Sad brown eyes rise skyward
screaming agony to the heavens.
A face drawn open in pain mouths
silent questions to the golden diety.
Only empty silence answers the childs torment.
A tomb of unanswered questions.

The child collapses upon
the cold floor.
His agony has drained his body
and his soul is crying for help.
Again silence is all
that answers the childs pain.
A tomb of empty promises.

The child breating slows
and the eyes begin to dry.
The open hands begin to ball
into fists on the hardend earth.
A wavering image of the golden cross
dances in the shrinking pool of tears.
A tomb of dying souls.

Brown eyes rise skyward blazing
no longer in agony and torment
but in hate.
A face closed in rage screams
violent outrage to the golden demon.
The glimmering image of gold slowly
dissapears
as the pool slides out of sight
through a crack in the stone
A tomb of decaying foundations.

Feet replace knees on the cold floor
as a man stands.
His face is dry as he throws his
fists of stone upon the gold cross.
A tomb of rejected spirits.

The cross of gold sits alone upon the altar
encased in stone swallowed by the earth.
A tomb.