January 28, 2010
The Throne (RWP#111)
Upon first seeing this picture, I had the immediate thought that it's central figure saw something much more than a broken chair. There seemed to be something darkly reverent about the entire composition… this is where it took me. (thanks to singer/songwriter Mark Chestnut for the words, "broken promise land"...they have haunted me for years.)
A far expanse of nothingness,
baked bare earth, no comfort here.
Miles ahead toward dreams of sustenance,
in this, a broken promise land.
As weary travelers wander past,
each lost within their troubled minds.
Few notice else but their own road,
blinders focus each ahead.
A few may turn with questioned thoughts,
upon one straggler kneeling there,
long throughout the heat of day,
and into dusk and still of night.
They cannot see his focused gaze,
or understand his rapturous face.
His knowledge and blinding clarity,
to commune in silence and in prayer.
With deep resolve and steely spine,
locked in a struggle none can win.
To argue help and reasoning,
with One impervious to pleas.
This warrior with unbending soul,
determined never to concede,
but bestow his life to beg release,
for all the cattle who cannot see.
(Yes, it's a bit melodramatic...I think the news of Haiti was in my subconscious.)