Monday, April 25, 2016

Play it, Sam

Would the divine were meek,
a power sublime disinclined to meddle
to quell our crises,
preferring supplication, to be needed so completely one offers up self
for the touch of grace?

Would reason be in play,
a mutuality of sorts,
open invitation: you seek us out, we take you in,
succor's yours, your soul joins ours,
all in kind?

Would this be culling,
recruiting kindred spirits from the random multitude
with still the same old signs that point the way from primal
to live with love
or die?

4 comments:

  1. A tad complicated for my timeshared braincell but a good read nonetheless Matt.

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  2. Thanks, Roy. Most poetry's that way for me. This is just my attempt at vengeance.

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    1. What, you vengeful Matt? I wouldn't ''adam n eve'' it.

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    2. First time for everything, Catman.

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