Communion

zumwalt-elk

 

love and fear bond us

the collaborative

notion we are dead

without the other

that god exists

within not without

as the beast devours

the ones on the edge

together we hold

what wisdom we have

in the stories told

as we eat our bread

 

the dead like god live

as wine in our blood

 

(February 8, 2018)

Hubris

daedalus

 

“Gods make their own importance.”

–Patrick Kavanagh

 

All the passions, indecisions,

And inarticulate fears

Which seize you randomly

Throughout the day,

All the sudden moments

Of chaos, and clarity,

Of lust, anger, and charity

Are more than you, yet only you.

 

Reason cannot hope to contain

The gods’ whispered instigations;

Wisdom’s inherent in your skin,

And transcends all interior

Motivations like accomplices

Waiting nearby for the fall.

 

(January 23, 2018)

My Ignorance

Certainty, like god,
Is a comfort denied
Those uncomfortable
Enough to doubt.
I know to say
I know’s a lie,
And truth exists
Only as arrogance.
There are no words,
Nor silent sighs,
To bridge the gap
Between then and now.
What was said’s said.
What’s known, unknown.
To claim my ignorance,
I know, must be shown.
(September 27, 2017)