Sunday, May 24

Xavier

Fair Roseanna,
Your vagrancy's a familiar tale
Fraught with danger
The lives you led were judged profane.

Hatred enfolds us,
Inculcates the minds with its heresy.
Laymen scold us,
Clemency arrives to set you free.

Faith—
Although Xavier has prayed
That life-giving waters may rain
Down on the souls of Man
To cure them of their ways.

These were the sins of Xavier's past,
Hung like jewels in the forest of veils
Deep in the heart where the mysteries emerge
Eve bears the stigma of original sin.

Freedom's so hard when we are all bound by laws
Etched in the seam of nature's own hand
Unseen by all those who fail
In their pursuit of faith.

And as the night turns into day
Will the sun illuminate your way?
Or will the nightmares come home to stay.
Xavier's love lies in chains.

These were the sins of Xavier's past,
Hung like jewels in the forest of veils...

(©1986 Brendan Perry)

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