About this Episode
MOTHERLESS PIETA
Behind the curtain
The cottonmouths speak
Sending their words through the air:
Sacrifice and self-laceration
(bloodless)
Lift the hands that hang down
And succor and suffer
- Then heaven waits.
He listens with prejudice and certainty
But his hands hang lowest
Of all the hanging hands.
“My hands will be lifted,” he says,
“as I lift others.
So move on – let me be.
I have work to do.”
And his low hands
Raise stones to his
Single-eyed altar.
Then he lays himself down –
Body draped over the altar stones
(a Motherless Pieta)
Self-sacrificed, savior to none
But heaven waits, they say.
In this episode, I’m joined again by Josh Baron as we discuss my poem, Motherless Pieta, the Parable of the Prodigal Son, obedience, self abandonment and more.
I'd love to hear what you have to say about the episode including thoughts on the poetry and the topics that were discussed. You can email me at [email protected].
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