Monday, September 27, 2010

Distant outpost

The King decided
one fine autumn day...
to tour his vast
vast empire
...from outpost
to outpost fort
to fort with his cohorts
With pomp and ceremony
...he was greeted
by governors manning
beautiful abodes
.....for the king
was pleased

Then he saddled up
...his swiftest horse
and went off riding
mile after mile
leaving pomp the dust

He stopped on a hilltop
...and strained his eyes to see
The very most distant
outpost of his empire
....he slowly approached
the rickety hut
and was swiftly attacked a haggard brute
who'd been handed this job
...generations ago
by those that remembered

And the King grabbed him
in a hug and overcome
....with emotion
whispered~ it's ok... It's me
your King....

and entered his meager hut...
...exclaiming "you are the true heroes of my kingdom

you, that haggard
generation that mans
...the very most
distant outposts
.......of my vast empire




Blogger Soul Comfort said...

I'm trying to decide whether this post is leaning towards a spiritualistic bend or a Zionistic one. Or both. Either way, it's meaning is very powerful.

September 28, 2010 11:17 AM  
Anonymous corner point said...

Oh my gosh.

This idea makes me cry.

September 29, 2010 3:16 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

The distance in space in this poem is distance in time...there have been generations greater than us...closer to the source..
But we are so distant and have nothing but faith..and we're still manning the outer limits of his kingdome...the last generation..hopefully..

October 04, 2010 2:55 PM  

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