Specifically, spiritual crimes... Some short meditations of mine, below, and following them is a poem where I elaborate on this theme, in the form of a dream.
The punishment fits the sin—even when we are wrongly accused.
Let he who is without sin complain about injustice.
In the night, the feathery fists came raining down
He ducked and staggered as they landed, again and again,
On his head, neck and across his shaking back
There was no avoiding this relentless retribution
Could it be, these were the familiar hands of his angels
The same strong ones that, throughout his wrong life,
Carried him through innumerable hardships
Cushioning him from nearly crushing falls
The blows continued to hammer down and he ceased
Trying to avoid what he knew to be his due
Accrued through dismissed warnings and failed promises
He could begin to hear the beating of wings, now
Recognizing, with slow wonder, these fans were also his own
They flapped, like weak devotions, in the dark to shield him
Accompanied by intermittent flashes of a soft blue light
Illuminating the proud army of his divine tormentors.
Hey, that's Hugo Simberg's ''The Wounded Angel!''
I once had an assigment at art class (back in 2015) to redesign a famous painting or piece of art, and got ''The Wounded Angel'' as the piece. I made a ''Wounded Stoner''. Even made a post about it back in January, 2018!
It's an evocative painting, thanks, for sharing your background with it & post. (I take it my accompanying poem did not make much of an impression ;)
In all honesty, I did not give the poem a read before, I just... didn't feel like it for some reason, but now I have, and don't know what to say 😅
You know when you read something and then you like... see it? Well, I saw it.
You've, actually, said a lot. Thank you, for sharing that with me :)
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