February 24, 2017 at 10:33 pm Leave a comment


there were, quite certainly, signs that he was here:
although as certainly
we never glimpsed the promised heavenly lights and
of ethereal beings…

the story, though perhaps
not quite convincing,
was assuredly dramatic
with its angelic voices
and descended doves.

the presence, though long expected, never quite
appeared: the pleas
were to an ear if not unhearing, unanswering, the
dark nights still unlit.

there is only a rubbish
heap there:  and
the unpleasant reminders
memories of the people slaughtered here.

names are only names,
no matter how spoken.
that Word he was remains
unknown:  and though
perhaps uttered, surely unheard.


Yes, perhaps, for a long while I tried to represent a loss of faith as that. Mind you, that presumes there was a loss of faith, or knowledge, starting first with determinism or absolute predestination; the terms are either irrelevant or quintessential.

Entry filed under: poetry, social psychology, voices. Tags: , .

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