We look for inspiration, but when we get it we often cannot get passed the presentation of it. The packaging mars the revelation.
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
A Scarred Prophet
There is a scar that mars a prophet’s face;
Maroon and thick, rappelling ear to chin.
Unholy cut, which lacking any grace,
creates a violent vision on his skin.
For what profits a man when seer’d words speak
o’er naked jagged ridges, such wherein,
his words might reach; but fading on this cheek,
therein that row of red hills, man sees sin.
Though he aspires to reach glorious heights;
God raises man with song above the din,
sends mediums to shower him with light
to overcome the dark, his heart to win.
Yet scarred himself, as much as man desires,
cannot relinquish imperfections’ fire.