Three Witches of Macbeth

When I was fast returning

From factory one midnight

I stumbled by the wayside

On a strange, intriguing sight

Three women bare bodied

Swaying around a bonfire
Dancing to murmuring spells
Plotting some actions dire

Fearing for my life’s welfare

Forwarding feet fell silent

I uttered the Savior’s name

Awaiting fiery fate violent

No, but an unexpected scene

Presented to me by surprise
The three witches of Macbeth
Humbly, quietly  did they rise

With folded hands to chest

And on them heads bowed
The hags of dark midnight
As holy nuns they showed

I had expected in fear deep

At me fatal curses to fly               
Instead there stood before
Tribal women mild and shy

This lowly servant of God

Does he appear them a ghost?
That in course of craft’s class
In devotion they find lost?

"O Prophet Master, mercy!”

At last they find their voice
“Mercy, to save ourselves
This was our only choice!

Condemn us not, curse not

In Lord’s name do be kind        
Spare us, point right path to us
Pray, to eternity do not bind!”

“Who am I to bind you, sisters?

Who am I one to curse?
To condemn is not mine ever
Trust God, better or worse.”

Walking home I sank in thought

Yet humbled than before
Evil may subdue man awhile
Human souls seek God more

Xavier Bage

Mon, March 21, 2016.

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