O HOLY lies, how have ye, one and all, Our blind and groping human race deceived! Devout they were who could not trust in God, Yet in monk Luca's pictures of our Lord, And in the "Holy Coat" at Treves believed. The mighty Spirit who created all, And to our crumbling dust Himself imparts, Seemed scarcely worth an idle passing thought. Celestial roses dropped from Paradise, And speaking crucifixes, deftly wrought In hallowed falsehood and ecstatic prayer, Appeared, in every time and everywhere, More worthy faith divine and bended knee Than God, eternal truth, and liberty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ITINERANT POET'S ROAD SONG by KAREN SWENSON |