by Jack Nathaniel Julius Gregus
Master, there you are Head up Imprisoned Waiting Accepting Already dying They are heard talking loudly, talking rudely On the other side, they Want to be heard Fire pits cannot heat cold earth Wondrous days are soon to come Wrong first and foremost You sit and lean on wall, sandals have been taken Rough and rigid is the journey to Salvation But it’s not yet What can be held is chastisement You breathe and think We are the same in trauma, called boring, ignored But that hope is not there Master, you are scared The ones We lost Yours, whose life in them seek to condemn If they only knew If we loved equal the Greatest Human If we loved more the soul that endured Oh you, who gave sight to see Haystacks give comfort in the absence of our mercy And the longing breaks and tears The inner wails The visit’s you’ve had The smiles you gave Weeks before Months ago Crowds never paid In your Revolution Church, now lonely Mary exiled in distance Her son out of reach Mother cries and midnight horse’s neigh End and terror to not complement each other Finality, you thief The Son closes He must forget the hypocrisy of embarrassment Not yet, tempts Satan Fist clenched Bookend from Nativity to reclaimed Divinity Bloom near muck, Image of new Glory Jesus feels everything Be with your Master, for He is your servant The cricket sounds unimportant
Jack Nathaniel Julius Gregus is always working on displaying the hidden world to people either in the forms of writing, photography, or painting. He has multiple projects seeking traditional publication; a 300 poem Anthology regarding his faith, a Memoir about his journey so far, and a passion project that shines light on injustice. When not spending time writing poems, Jack is building up his film script resume. He is a resident of the Windy City and is trying to get by like everyone else, while praying and trusting in his faith.