Winter (part 7): The Winter Wizard

Author: Stephen W. Cote

Is this winter beyond control?

Juxtaposed - between prayer and spell.

Is it love they're dying for?

Drunk from an orthodox breast,

They were lay to rest,

Mouths full of God.

Making love, hegemonic breast in hand,

Biblical mammary - but the milk goes bad.

Will your love embrace all men?

After kissing the words,

Will your faith still stand,

Or did you make it up to get into bed?

Was this spell a prayer for all?

Omnipotent - the knowledge may damn them all.

Will blissful ignorance answer prayers?

You won't know who is there,

Hold the verse in the air,

But can't read the songs.

Children distilled in reverent regard

No renaissance - the priests burned the word.

Is ignorance the lesson taught?

Eden's apple in their pipe,

But their lives were tripe,

Emaciated from the words of God.

Is the world really starved for prayer?

The Adventists - think they know what's there.

Will they kill what doesn't rhyme?

With God and Christ,

Eden's apple in their pipe,

The Winter Seal won't close this time.