Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Rolled, tossed about by doubt
And certain there's no certain way out
With faith that falls just to rise
I hear the fools profess to be wise
Fearing heaven, for meeting the hidden
God is one and the same as being stricken
Fear, duty, loneliness, pride
Direction, introspection, the faith inside
At the end of this road absurd
It's good
To know that, in the beginning
was the Word


  1. Always had a way with words.Am I right to read "for meeting . . . the hidden God is one . . ."? Very cool.

  2. yes, it it 'meeting'. thanks. we should compile our poetic ramblings sometime; exhume our long-dead angst.