Poem Delusions 1

DELUSIONS (I)

 



OH YES, they nourished all these special dreams

These visions from God, these foretelling gleams

And were so sure that it all had to be

A gift from the One that would set them free

 

OH YES, they could find confirmation and proof

In scripture and prayer and under the roof

Of houses and temples and firmament

And were blatantly proud about what it all meant.

 

OH YES, their plans would change the face

Of the earth and prepare for the Kingdom of Faith

Inspire the flock and keep them on board

Obedient and eager to wait for the Lord.

 

OH YES, they labored so hard to plant the seed

But somehow failed to stay complete

In hearts and minds and private life

Because they had this ‘over-drive’

That drew its power from the fact

That God Himself had signed the pact

And gave them wondrous gifts and signs

Yet they had missed the finer lines

That pointed to a different way

And would have burnt their selfishness away

But they avoided all critique

Were too proud of their own mystique

Because the role they played was just too good

And so it didn’t matter that they knew they should

Have opened up and offered more respect

To what their Master really said

Who would have cured their inner flaws

And trained them for the better laws

But so they ended up to be

A caricature of their pedigree

For their delusions made them tumble

They - who refused to just be humble


(C) Andreas Eschenbacher


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