by
Pavel Chichikov on Apr 16, 2013 in
Poetry
Beneath the Weight
Beneath the weight of death we’d break
If God did not lift up that mass,
Why? For love and mercy’s sake
Until the weight of death should pass
Even God had strained and groaned
So heavy did our burden prove,
That when He moved away that stone
It was eternity He moved
We would be crushed, our spirits torn
And every atom moved and split,
Unless the weight of death were borne
And every light of mercy lit
Pavel
July 4, 2011
Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."
