Who Art in Heaven.

[MANICHAEAN]

The vested choir chants in formless unison.

Then the priest speaks: "O God, who art the author of peace and lover of concord, defend us thy humble servants in all assaults of our enemies."

"Amen!" say the owners of the khaki backs.

The light has shifted a little.

On the blue steel barrel of the rifle, the glint is turquoise now.

That will be from the robe of the shepherd in the window yonder.

He of the quiet eyes….

[Hawkman]

Hi Man, to be honest I think this deserves to be in the personal poetry section. A little attention to the line breaks and it's a powerful piece of free verse.

Live and be well - H

[MANICHAEAN]

Thanks H

To be honest, I'm never really comfortable with poetry,

Can never quite grasp the rules or format.

Hence my usual refuge in the narrative of a short story.

Best regards
M.

[jajdude]

Rules or format? I guess, if the writer wants them.