Poems of a Young Man: “Holy Peace and Sacred Fear” (© KPKeelan)


In abrupt shadows of deepest ebony,

these featureless monsters hiss

and rear their ugly heads,

grins fixed,


the delight of the kill.


We here

in the light of what’s left of the sun,

huddle together in sacred fear

of the lurking dark,

but all the while

more deathly afraid of each other

and the implications of our desperate huddle.


We tremble as one

and form a circle

backs to each other

to keep a vigilant watch, we convince ourselves-

but secretly,

so as not to have to face each other.

Here, there are no sweet illusions of release

bringing holy peace.


Here, there is only the silent dread of release,

for though it was ever-unsaid

no one in our defensive cluster

believes release brings anything but

the frightening mystery of death.


 (8- 3- 79)



About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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2 Responses to Poems of a Young Man: “Holy Peace and Sacred Fear” (© KPKeelan)

  1. That was dynamite and so precisely put I could see everything as if it was there and it was excellent, Bravo, must read more, T ‘was a moment like this that filled my night with bliss.


  2. Stacy Fisher says:

    Whoa. Heavy but wonderful.


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